On the day of the third party, I cried with joy. My crazy husband finally had someone to take over. Chapter 2

I woke up from the nightmare in a cold sweat.

The Snapchat notification chimed; it was a message from Uncle, inviting us home for dinner.

I remembered today was my wedding anniversary with Declan.

When I answered the phone, a girl's sweet voice spoke:

"Who's this? Declan is busy right now."

The noise on the other end was deafening.

I lowered my eyes: "Could you tell him his dad wants him home for dinner?"

The girl's voice was playful, like a little songbird:

"Declan, your wife wants you home for dinner!"

His voice came lazily from a distance:

"Not going."

As I was about to hang up, Declan's voice suddenly came through the phone:

"Maeve, come pour the drinks."

Laughter erupted.

I went alone to the private room he always booked at The Regency and found him there.

His suit jacket was draped over the sofa, a shirt button undone, his face hidden in shadows, expression unclear.

In his arms was the company's new secretary, Esme.

His circle of friends, at least twenty or thirty of them, sat with legs crossed, ready for a show.

Declan nodded at me.

I bent down and poured drinks for each of them.

None of them said thank you; they knew Declan didn't like me, so they didn't have to be polite.

Someone took the chance to touch my hand, and seeing Declan didn't react, when I circled back, they placed a hand on my thigh.

I shuddered and instinctively moved back, causing the tray to tip over, and the bottles and glasses shattered on the floor.

The laughter stopped, and Declan's gaze, sharp as knives, turned toward me.

The opportunist quickly said:

"Oh, Maeve, how clumsy of you. No worries, I'll call for cleaning."

A flash of silver fell to the ground, mixing with the glass shards.

Esme looked panicked: "Declan just gave me that diamond ring! It accidentally fell!"

She nestled in Declan's arms, smiling sweetly and innocently, her dark eyes captivating:

"Could you help me find it, sis?"