He Chose His Assistant So She Married Another Man Chapter 02
Daniel came home the next evening.
His expression was sour. The moment he walked in, he frowned at me. “Why didn’t you come find me last night?”
Late last night, Chloe had posted a video on social media, teasing Daniel about losing his bet.
In the video, Daniel’s face was blank, but you could tell his mood was terrible. He’d just barely managed to suppress the irritation before it showed.
Facing Chloe’s camera, he pretended not to care.
“Whatever. If she doesn’t come today, tomorrow’s the same.”
But today, I still hadn’t made a single move.
I didn’t go to him. I didn’t send him a message.
He must have finally been confused about why this time I hadn’t come crawling back—which is why he came home.
“Why would I come find you?” I set down my phone and looked up at him.
Daniel froze, as if he hadn’t expected me to turn the question around.
Then something seemed to click. He let out a short laugh.
“Trying a new approach this time?”
“No,” I said. “I just figured things out.”
He stared at me.
I said calmly, “If it’s not my fault, why am I always the one who has to give in?”
This fight started because I found lipstick on Daniel’s collar.
It was Chloe’s.
Shortly after Daniel came home, Chloe sent me a message—a hollow apology. She said she’d accidentally smudged her lipstick on Daniel’s clothes, told me not to take it to heart, and not to fight with Daniel over it.
I only asked Daniel a couple of questions.
After that, it escalated into a full-blown argument.
My ninth fight with Daniel—and once again, it was about Chloe.
A year ago, Chloe became his assistant. That was when Daniel and I had our first real fight.
After the first came the second, the third.
Now we were at nine.
I’d once asked Daniel to transfer Chloe somewhere else.
What did he say?
He said my mind was in the gutter. He said without a legitimate reason, he couldn’t punish an employee just because of my paranoia.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Daniel asked, frowning.
I didn’t answer. I just looked into his eyes and asked, “Daniel, in your eyes—when I’m good to you, is it because I have no self-respect in this relationship?”
He didn’t say anything.
Silence was confirmation enough.
Even though I’d already known the answer, in that moment, something inside my chest hollowed out.
I loved him.
But in his eyes, that love was cheap and laughable.
The long messages I wrote to him—he could casually show them to Chloe, even let her reply on his behalf.
Every time I gave in first—he could turn it into a bet with his friends.
“You came by yesterday?” Daniel finally caught on.
He’d guessed that I’d heard everything.
I didn’t deny it.
“Yes. I went. And I heard all of it.”
“So that’s what this is about.” Daniel’s expression barely changed. “No wonder you’ve been acting different today.”
Then he laughed lightly.
“It was just a joke.”
In Daniel’s world, everything was just a joke.
Being flirty with Chloe at dinner parties—a joke.
Posting Chloe’s photos on social media—a joke.
Losing a game and letting Chloe kiss him—a joke.
Even betting on me, mocking me for never being able to leave him—also a joke.
Then what wasn’t a joke?
He’d never once tried to make things right with his own girlfriend, but he’d go out of his way for his assistant.
Was that a joke too?
When I didn’t respond, Daniel’s expression finally softened slightly.
“Don’t take it so seriously. Everyone was just running their mouths. It’s over and done with—no one’s even going to remember.”
“You bought Chloe flowers. And a bag. To make her happy. Right?”
Three years together. Daniel had never once tried to make me happy.
To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie.
After all, it was three years of my life.
“That’s what this is about?” Daniel said. “Chloe is my assistant—she has to go out with me to meet clients, attend events. Buying her a bag is just so she looks presentable. As for the flowers…”
He paused.
“I bought them on a whim. She made a mistake at work, I said a few things, she was in a bad mood—so I smoothed it over.”
“Smoothed it over.” Those words cut like glass.
On our very first day together, he told me he wasn’t the type to coax anyone.
So I bent to his every mood, never pushing back, never picking fights.
But it wasn’t that he didn’t know how.
He just didn’t do it for me.
My throat felt like something was lodged in it. It took a long time before I could speak, my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. I understand.”