He Chose His Assistant So She Married Another Man Chapter 07
Daniel snapped out of it and ran downstairs.
But once he was in the car, he realized he had no idea where Emma was.
He was about to ask in the group chat when the friend who’d sent the messages privately texted him.
“Daniel, even if you go now, it’s too late.”
“The wedding’s over. Everyone’s gone.”
Daniel knew. But he refused to accept it.
He thought—what if there was still time?
Maybe Emma was just acting out of spite, marrying a man who meant nothing to her just to get a reaction. If he went to find her, if he apologized properly, maybe it could still be fixed.
Daniel’s chest ached—tight and throbbing, like being pierced by a thousand needles.
When he found Emma, he would apologize sincerely. He swore it.
But by the time he tracked down someone connected to the wedding, two days had passed. They told him Emma and the man had already left for their honeymoon yesterday.
Daniel tried to ask for more details, but the person wouldn’t say another word.
He sat in his car, directionless, lost.
Gone for one week on a business trip, and when he came back—Emma had married someone else.
What was worse: he didn’t even know where she was now.
Daniel’s eyes burned. He took two deep breaths, then messaged Emma again.
He’d been messaging her for two days straight. She hadn’t replied once. Not a single word.
He typed a few characters and hit send.
The next second, a notification popped up.
Daniel stared at the screen.
Emma had blocked him.
No matter how bad their fights got before, she had never blocked him. It was always Daniel who, when he felt her messages were too much, would put her on his block list—then unblock her when his mood improved.
Back then, when Emma saw her messages failing to go through—did she feel this same kind of awful?
Daniel stumbled home in a daze.
The moment he opened the door, he noticed lights on inside and the smell of food in the air.
Emma came back?
He rushed in.
But when he saw who walked out of the kitchen, the faint smile that had barely formed on his lips slowly died.
Chloe was wearing an apron, and several dishes were already set on the table.
“Daniel, you’re home?” Chloe beamed at him, relaxed as if she owned the place. “The soup will be ready in a minute.”
Daniel’s expression was flat. “How did you get in?”
“You gave me the code last time, remember?”
Chloe took off the apron and stepped closer.
“You haven’t been at the office for two days. I was worried, so I came to check on you and made some food while I was at it.”
Daniel recalled that he had, in fact, given her the code.
Chloe looked up at him.
“About you and Emma… I heard.”
Daniel said nothing. Didn’t look at her.
“Emma really went too far this time. You two hadn’t even officially broken up, and she just—married some stranger to get back at you.”
Chloe’s voice was gentle.
“Using something like that as revenge… that’s not right.”
Daniel still didn’t respond.
Breaking up—Emma had brought it up.
He just hadn’t taken it seriously.
He’d been too arrogant. He assumed she couldn’t—wouldn’t—leave him.
Chloe continued, “Maybe once she’s calmed down, you can go find her and apologize. Talk things out.”
“Honestly, if she’s this angry, it’s probably because of me.”
She hesitated.
“But Emma’s married now, so if you go looking for her…”
She trailed off.
Daniel understood what she meant.
Emma was a married woman now. And he—her ex-boyfriend—was the past. Going to find her would be inappropriate.
“There’s nothing inappropriate about it.” Daniel didn’t look at her. His voice was quiet. “I don’t care.”
Appropriate or not—he’d figure that out when he saw Emma.
He would apologize. He would win her back.
Whatever it took.
“You should leave,” Daniel said coldly. “And don’t come here again.”
Chloe stiffened, forcing a smile.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Yes.
They’d both done wrong.
Emma was his girlfriend, and he’d ignored her feelings, carried on an ambiguous relationship with his assistant. When Chloe pretended to be upset, he’d send flowers and buy bags to coax her. But for his own girlfriend—not once.
He’d even told his friends to their faces that Emma couldn’t leave him, reducing her love to something worthless.
He’d been spectacularly, unforgivably wrong.
Daniel didn’t say a word.
He regretted everything.
Ever since Chloe became his assistant, the friction between him and Emma had only grown. Nearly every fight traced back to Chloe.
When Emma confronted him about his relationship with Chloe—what had he said?
He told her she was overthinking. He told her she was annoying.
During their worst fight, he’d even brought up breaking up.
And afterward—Emma was still the one who came to make peace.
But Emma wasn’t the one in the wrong. He was.
He used to think Emma was impossible to drive away. Now he understood—she had simply loved him.
And now?
Now she had lost all faith in him.
Chloe glanced at Daniel, confirming he genuinely wanted her gone. Something bitter flickered in her eyes.
But she still said, “Okay, I’ll go. If Emma’s really upset because of me, I can apologize to her.”
She turned to leave, but Daniel stopped her.
Chloe’s eyes lit up.
But the next second, she heard Daniel say, “Take the food on the table with you. I’m not eating it.”
Chloe stared.
She looked at the dishes, her voice small.
“But I spent a long time making all of that.”
She held out her hand, showing him.
“I even burned myself. Look.”
Before, Daniel would have asked a few concerned questions without hesitation.
But now, he barely glanced at her hand before stepping around her and dropping onto the couch. Not a single word of concern.
Chloe’s eyes went red.
“You really won’t even try it?”
Daniel said nothing.
In the end, Chloe reluctantly dumped the food and left with her things.
The apartment went completely silent—a silence Daniel found suffocating.
When Emma was here, the TV was always on. Even if neither of them was watching, she’d leave it running for the background noise. She said it kept the place from feeling too empty.
Daniel picked up the remote from the table and turned on the TV, finding the variety show Emma always watched.
The screen flickered to life. Laughter spilled from the speakers.
At least it wasn’t so cold anymore.