Chapter 110

Clifford pushed himself up from the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt as he headed upstairs. "Report to the office tomorrow."

Just like that, he had decided the fate of their marriage, and her life.

Latisha went to the bathroom to wash up. Afterward, she checked her phone, trying Mrs. Dashiell's number again, but it was still unreachable. She ended up sleeping on the sofa again, curled into a tight ball.

...

When she woke, it was morning.

By the time she made her own breakfast and set it on the table, Clifford was coming downstairs. When Mrs. Dashiell had been here, he never ate at home, but today, he sat down at the table.

Just like she used to, Latisha served him a bowl of soup, watching him intently as he

ate.

After a few sips, Clifford looked up. “What is it you want to say?”

Latisha pressed her lips together and signed, *Do I have to go to work at your company?*

"You don't want to?"

*What about Yesenia?*

"She resigned," Clifford replied.

So that was it. Yesenia was off to pursue her acting career, and now there was a space for her by his side. Not a space she had earned, but one he had benevolently granted her. Should she feel honored?

"Eat your food."

*Can I not go?*

Clifford's gaze turned icy. "What? Have you grown addicted to washing dishes in a restaurant?"

Latisha lowered her head. *I'm afraid I'm not qualified.*

"Not qualified, or you don't want to go?"

Of course, she didn't want to go. A mute woman working in a corporate office-what could she possibly do? She would only be a target for ridicule.

Latisha picked up her bowl and silently drank her soup. She no longer had a choice in the matter. If Clifford told her to go, she had to go.

After breakfast, she changed her clothes and went to the company with him. Upon arrival, Clifford handed her off to Ziven.

Ziven was surprised; he never expected Mr. Lambert to bring his wife to work at the company. But besides himself and Santino, almost no one knew Latisha was Clifford's wife if she worked here, her life would likely be difficult.

Ziven could only follow orders. At least having Latisha in the office was better than Yesenia. When Yesenia left, the entire company breathed a collective sigh of relief, nearly setting off fireworks to celebrate.

Ziven took her to HR to complete the onboarding process. Her position was Executive Secretary to the CEO the same role Yesenia had held. Unwilling to entrust her to the senior secretary, Ziven decided to train her himself.

“Mrs.—Latisha, I'll call you by your name at the office," he said. "This is a summary of Yesenia's daily tasks. Please take a look, and message me if you have any questions."

Latisha nodded, taking the file from him and reading it carefully. The duties were simple: manage Clifford's daily trifles, like tidying hi desk, ordering meals, booking flights, and accompanying him to social events. The more complex tasks were not for her.

With nothing to do, Latisha sat at her desk, lost in thought.

There were four other secretaries in the department, not counting Ziven, and all of them kept glancing her way.

One annoyance leaves, and another arrives? They had all come to see that desk as belonging to Clifford's mistress. Was this new girl another one of Mr. Lambert's lovers?

While they were whispering amongst themselves, Yesenia strode into the office. The moment she saw her old desk, her smile vanished, replaced by a thunderous expression. She marched over and slammed her hand on the desk.

"Who said you could sit here?!"