Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 2

"Rosemary, what's this divorce agreement all about?"

Rosemary snapped to attention when she heard Maxwell's gloomy voice on the line.

"Literally what it says."

Maxwell chuckled coldly, "Before you clock in for work, come to my office and take this piece of trash back with you. At 8 PM, I expect to see you and your luggage at the Meadowlark Retreat."

Rosemary shot back with a cold laugh of her own, "Maxwell, are you” out of his mind?

Her voice trailed off as she suddenly grasped the hidden meaning behind his phone call.

"Don't worry about Victoria getting labeled as the 'other woman'. Only our parents and a few friends know we're married. To everyone else, you're still that devoted partner who would go through thick and thin for your girlfriend's career. Now that things have turned as the way you wanted, everyone's happy for you."

If the divorce papers got out now, right after Maxwell was spotted dropping Victoria at the hospital last night, Victoria would be stamped as the homewrecker for sure.

Rosemary had barely finished her thought when she realized Maxwell had already hung up on her. That douchebag.

Her current hotel was just a stone's throw from the Templeton Group. Rosemary wasn't in a rush. She leisurely enjoyed her breakfast before taking the subway over.

After marrying Maxwell, she took up the role of his personal assistant at the Templeton Group at her mother-in-law's request.

Assistant, my foot. She was more like a caregiver. Her job was basically to handle Maxwell's meals and all the other mundane life details, the type that just coasted along collecting a paycheck.

No one at the company knew she was Maxwell's wife, the wife of the Templeton Group’s boss. It was pretty pathetic when she thought about it. Everyone knew about the mistress, but the legit wife had to sneak around like a spy; there were a couple of times when she was in Maxwell's car, she had to get out two blocks away from the office in advance.

When Rosemary got to the office, she went straight to her computer and began drafting her resignation letter. She was getting a divorce, so let someone else play his caregiver!

Someone walked by and asked surprisingly, "Assistant Chambers, you're quitting? Did that rich boyfriend of yours finally pop the question?"

Rosemary froze mid-typing. Once, she'd been seen getting out of Maxwell's car; the person was surprised and asked her if she was in Mr. Templeton’s car.

At that time, she didn’t want to let others know their relationship, so she had to lie that it belonged to her boyfriend.

The next day, rumors flew around the office about her wealthy boyfriend with a car just like Mr. Templeton's.

Nobody connected the dots to Maxwell because everyone on the thirty-sixth floor knew that Assistant Chambers' meals were always tossed, untouched, by Mr. Templeton. Only Rosemary was clueless enough to keep putting them out, meal after meal.

At that moment, Rosemary denied it, "No, we broke up."

"You really let go of such a catch? If it were me, I'd be crying my eyes out by now!" Someone sympathized, though how much of it was schadenfreude was anybody's guess.

Thinking of her “golden boyfriend”, Rosemary replied airily but with an edge, "A man whose only virtue is downright toughness, you think I should keep him for Christmas?"

"What about other aspects?"