My Husband's Perfect Secretary

Synopsis

My husband's secretary was a relentless overachiever, always flaunting her so-called selfless devotion at work. She stayed up late revising the proposal I had written, rewrote it into her own version, and submitted it under her name. "Rebecca, your vision was too limited," she had said lightly. "I helped elevate it for you. I'm just happy to lend a hand." She then secretly undercut the price and stole the client I had personally negotiated with. "Rebecca, the company's interests come first. We cannot lose the bigger picture over small gains," she had declared righteously. "I was just being strategic and helped keep the client." Clutching the signed contract, she had thrown herself into my husband's arms, crying pitifully. "Carter, I really didn't mean to steal Rebecca's credit," she had sobbed. "I just wanted to take some pressure off the company. If it weren't for me, we would have lost a major deal." She paused, then added, "From now on, you should trust me more. I'm the one who can really shoulder responsibility for you." My husband had gently wiped away her tears. Then he had turned on me and angrily accused me of lacking team spirit and a sense of sacrifice. Even when I caught the two of them together on the large bed in his office, she had still refused to back down. "I'm the company's top sales performer," she had said coldly. "Carter wanted to keep me. What's wrong with using a few special methods?" "I have a broad vision," she had continued, rolling her eyes. "If I were you, I would have sacrificed myself for the company long ago, instead of nitpicking over personal gains and losses." I had been so furious that I suffered a heart attack. She had picked up an ashtray and smashed it over my head. My skull had burst open. I had died in unbearable pain. As my consciousness faded, I had heard my husband say to her calmly, "Don't panic. "I'll release a statement. Rebecca died from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage caused by extreme work stress. I'll honor her as a model employee." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night she first stayed up late to optimize my proposal.