Independent Me, Spoiled Her, I Married His Bos

Chapter 3

I had just arrived at the office.

Frank Gold's mother was already waiting in my office.

At this point, I couldn't very well kick her out.

But the moment I entered the office, her face was terrifyingly dark.

"Gwen, did you two have a fight?"

I paused.

"No."

"Then why did he bring that woman home? That girl was never steady. Now she comes back with a kid—anyone with eyes can see what she's after."

I gave a faint smile.

"You see it. He doesn't. Go talk to him."

Her tone grew urgent.

"You've been with Frank for years. He listens to you, not me. You need to remember you're a Gold now. Don't blow this up—it won't end well for anyone."

'Blow up.'

Again, I'm the one causing trouble.

I thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Between me and his first love, he chooses her."

She held her teacup, her tone dismissive.

"I just don't want the two families to fall out. I'm here to remind you. Child, why have you suddenly become so hard?"

People don't become hard overnight.

It's a series of times when you go soft, and no one catches you, until you don't want to be soft anymore.

Suddenly, the office door burst open.

I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes.

Frank Gold walked in with Lily Jones.

He was equally startled when he saw me.

But Lily started yelling first.

"Frank Gold, you said you'd bring me to your company to give me a job. Why is she here? Did you bring me here to humiliate me?"

Frank's gaze darted between us.

In the end, he chose to calm Lily first.

"I didn't know she'd be at the office today."

I cut him off:

"You're so devoted to taking care of her that you bring her to work. But a job alone isn't enough, is it? How about we get a divorce? I'll give her the title of Mrs. Gold—that way you can take even better care of her."

Lily Jones stormed out, slamming the door.

This time, Frank didn't chase after her.

He came up to me, anger burning in his eyes.

"Are you ever going to let this go? Why do you keep picking on Lily? I gave you a title and love—what more do you want? Why can't you tolerate her?"

I let out a bitter laugh.

"I already offered a divorce to make room for her. And you're still blaming me? What else do I have to do to make you happy?"

Frank Gold gritted his teeth.

"Back then, I only agreed to marry you because you said you could meet my requirements. Can't you just be a sensible society wife?"

His mother chimed in:

"That's right. Our family won't treat you badly."

I was shocked speechless.

After a long moment, my voice trembled.

"So you'd already planned this before the wedding? You made those demands deliberately, all for her?"

Frank Gold fell silent, his gaze cold.

"If that's how you want to see it, fine. But don't worry—I'm not going to give her any official status."

His lashes fluttered.

"I just want to give her a hand."

"You're overreacting."

Every word cut through my heart.

The flutter in my heart when we first met three years ago.

The sweet moments we shared over three years.

All dismissed by a set of love rules.

My nose stung.

"Since that's how you feel, there's no point in continuing."

I looked up at him.

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

But no compassion at all.

The highest form of love is compassion.

I felt tears welling up.

I turned to Frank Gold's mother:

"Don't lecture me anymore about how a Young Mistress of the Golds should be broad-minded and dignified. I'm sick of hearing it. I'm getting a divorce. I won't tolerate even a speck of sand in my eyes."