His Secretary Controlled My Money, So I Chose Divorce Chapter 2

I didn't wait for Alexander to come back.

My dad had another acute attack and entered the ICU. The situation was very critical and he needed immediate surgery.

I stood in the hospital hallway calling Alexander over and over, but no one answered after several tries.

Just as I was about to give up, Alexander answered.

Afraid he would lose patience and hang up the next second, I spoke rapidly:

"Alexander, my dad—"

But my words were still cut off by Alexander. His tone carried a hint of impatience: "Do you need money?"

"I've said many times, if you urgently need money just ask Secretary Mason. Elena, are you listening?"

I looked up at the electronic screen, my expression dazed. It was playing today's news.

The CEO of Sterling Pharmaceutical Group had rented out the entire Disneyland for a night of fireworks to please a beauty.

Under the dazzling fireworks, a young girl sat in a wheelchair, smiling sweetly and innocently.

And my husband Alexander stood behind the wheelchair. He was holding his phone, talking to me.

I blinked slowly. After a long while, my voice carried a hint of brokenness: "Alexander, where are you?"

There was a pause on the other end. He seemed very unhappy with my questioning, but still perfunctorily said:

"Still busy. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. Contact Secretary Mason."

He didn't notice my near-tears tone, but his gaze looking down at the person beside him was very gentle, so very gentle.

My vision blurred. So Alexander could be this gentle after all.

My stepmother's voice came from behind: "Did you get in touch with Alexander? If Alexander doesn't help, there's no way we can handle this."

But her words stopped abruptly, because she also saw the scene on the electronic screen.

After a while, my stepmother finally found her voice again.

"Elena, I just don't believe that when Alexander was in a coma, this Sophia girl playing the piano could wake him up."

"Even if that's true, is this how you repay someone? He can't even remember your birthday."

My stepmother got more and more angry as she spoke. Thinking of the Miller family's situation, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"But Elena, you have to be clear-headed. Don't cause trouble with Alexander at a time like this."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, but I couldn't feel any pain.

Cause trouble with Alexander? I wouldn't. Not because I'm a sensible Mrs. Sterling who knows better.

But because I have no right as the unloved wife. The title is just an empty shell.

I stared at the sky full of fireworks and said very softly:

"All those fireworks must cost a lot of money, right?"

My stepmother didn't understand what I meant. I lowered my eyes and started dialing Secretary Mason's number.

Disturbing someone's sleep in the middle of the night is always unpleasant.

Secretary Mason had been by Alexander's side for a long time and held a high position.

Moreover, he knew Alexander didn't care about this wife.

So after hearing my request, his tone was cold and aggressive.

"Mrs. Sterling, you need to apply first and have Mr. Sterling sign off before you can get a check."

"Just like the jewelry you wear, it needs to be registered before use."

"Madam, do you understand what I mean?"

I hung up the phone. I lowered my head, very quiet.

After a while, I looked up at myself in the glass, gently raised my hand. On my slender ring finger was my wedding diamond ring.

This was the only thing on me that didn't need to be requested from Alexander, didn't need to be registered and reported to his secretary.

How pathetic I was as Mrs. Sterling.

I blinked dazedly and suddenly said: "Help me find someone to sell the wedding ring."

My stepmother was stunned: "Elena, have you gone crazy?"

I slowly turned around. In the desolate lobby late at night, even my footsteps sounded lonely.

After walking a few steps, I paused, then said firmly:

"Aunt Clara, I'm very clear-headed. I've never been this clear-headed before. I want to divorce Alexander."