Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 8

"I'm not as shameless as you are. You abandoned work just to take your mistress on vacation."

As soon as Leonard spoke, I knew what had happened. The business partner must have finally reached him.

If I remember correctly, the design draft for this project had been finalized long ago. The business partner probably reached out to me to modify the design.

A few months ago, I was indeed in charge of this project. But later, I was practically on my deathbed, so I naturally had no mind for work.

I could not recall if Leonard was seeing Lily at the time. Nevertheless, he did not care about me since he had someone with him.

He had assigned others to take over my project. Not only that, he even told the finance department to deduct all my salary.

Yes, I used to have a salary for my work. But I had nothing now.

He must have thought that I would have to rely on him to live, and would certainly submit to him. But he was wrong. I was not the submissive type, and I did not do anything wrong in the first place.

Back when we were dating, he could never win an argument against me. But now that I had become sick and physically weak, my mind had grown unusually sharp. He was now even less of a match for me.

"You're looking for me now since there's a problem with the business collaboration. But when everything's fine, you'd look for Lily and ignore me, right?"

"You've truly failed as a man. It's just one project, but you can't even handle it on your own and have to beg your wife to step in. Or could it be that you can't live or function without me? Stop disgusting me."

My recovery had been going well for the past few days. Now that I had money for injections, I was much more confident.

I had done my research last night. Even if I did smash his safe and take the money, it would not be considered illegal.

We never had a prenuptial agreement when we got married. I could just live idly my whole life, and half of his money was mine.

At most, my action would only be considered as damaging my private property. The police would not be able to do anything about it.

Would I choose to be tormented by the disease or be scolded by him? Of course, the latter was the easier way out, at least I would not have to die. With this confidence, my voice grew much louder.

He obviously did not expect me to finally stop swallowing my anger after three years and talk to him this way. For a moment, he did not know how to refute my words.

I did not feel like wasting words with him. I was just about to hang up when he sneered and spoke again. "So, you've finally stopped putting on an act, huh? I was wondering how long you could keep it up.

"You even told me that you were hospitalized just to gain sympathy by playing the victim. You're really something."

"Leonard, I really am hospitalized."

The words slipped out before I could stop them. I immediately regretted saying it. He surely would not believe me.