No One But You

Chapter 4 Sold Out by My Husband

If Calvin directly complained to the head office, it was not the editor-in-chief can cover.

He usually treated me well, and I can't hurt him.

I turned to comfort him, “I know, it was my fault, and I let you be criticized. I will finish the formalities."

I turned and pulled the door open. Behind me, the editor-in-chief's voice called, "You can have three

months 'salary. That's my only right."

The editor-in-chief did his best. I bowed deeply and walked out of the office.

I walked to my desk, picked up the water on the desk and drank it down.

It was cool in the autumn, and the water that had been poured in the morning was now cool.

I felt the cold water stuck between my teeth.

My heart was full of coolness.

I was kicked out by my mother-in-law yesterday and lost my job today.

I had nowhere to go but back to the luxurious villa.

Lunch was ready, and it smelled good.

I had it silently.

I was depressed, but I had a good appetite.

When finish eating, Stella put a pile of books to put on the table.

I looked up, buried my head and went on eating.

"Miss Josephine, these are the books from Secretary Frank. Please read it when you are free."

I picked up a book and found it was about pregnant women. It was all in the pile.

"I don't watch." I haven't figured out what to do with the baby. Why should I read those books?

"Secretary Frank said that you don’t need to work now, so you can have a good look."

I immediately raised my head to look at Stella, “How does he know I am unemployed?"

Stella shook her head, “I heard it from Secretary Frank."

Secretary Frank seemed to know everything.

I put down my chopsticks and walked around the dining room.

I analyzed countless possibilities, but they were all overturned by myself.

"Do you have a number for Secretary Frank?" I asked Stella.

She shook her head and suddenly remembered something. "It should be on the home phone. I'll look

for it."

She found Secretary Frank's phone number in the caller ID and was about to copy it to me. I looked at

it and then remembered it.

It was a skill I've developed as a journalist, and it took only a look at a long number to write it down.

I called Secretary Frank, he soon answered in a polite tone, “Miss Josephine, what is it?"

"I want to see your boss."

He seemed to anticipate this request, replying in the usual way, “When you need to meet, you'll see."

I expected him to say so.

I calmly told him my decision. "I want to see him, or I'll have an abortion."

That man, I was sure, would have wanted a child, or he wouldn’t have kept me here and served me

well.

It was quite possible that I lost my job today because of the guy behind the scenes.

I was a journalist. What if I hurt the kid during my work?

Secretary Frank paused for a moment and then answered me, “If you have an abortion, you would

have no idea who the child's father is. Miss Josephine is a reporter, who likes to get to the bottom of

things. Will you give up this opportunity in vain?"

Secretary Frank was good at negotiating, but he forgot what I do.

I smiled and replied, "Do you think I will spend ten months carrying a baby to see someone? I've seen

my fate coming. I'll be thrown out after I've had a baby, and I'll have to leave early or late. Why take ten

months?"

Secretary Frank was silent again on the other end of the phone. After a while, he said, "Miss

Josephine, I have to report to my boss first."

"I don't have much patience. If I won’t see anyone before tomorrow night, I’ll have the operation the

morning after tomorrow.”

I put up the phone, sitting in the sofa for a long time.

Even if there was a chance I would see an old man with a bald and beer belly tomorrow night, I would

take it.

At least a few slaps on his face would calm my anger a little.

But Daniel must have had something to do with it.

If any man knew that his woman cheated on him, Daniel would certainly fly into a rage. But now he was

avoiding me.

After taking a nap, I refreshed myself and went to see him at his new house.

I was sure he was not on a business trip because I didn't see his car in the garage. He can't drive his

own car on business.

I sat on the flower bed opposite the small building where I could see Daniel. The cold wind blew all

afternoon.

Finally, in the evening, he came back in his car.

He got out of the car and wiped the door with his sleeve.

I rushed over and grabbed his clothes. He started and looked back at me with an odd look on his face.

"Josephine..."

"Aren't you on a business trip?"

“I just come back." The corner of his lip quivered as he pulled my hand away.

"You're driving on business?"

"I went to the L City and so I drove my own car."

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I showed him the laboratory sheet I went to the hospital yesterday, “See, I'm pregnant."

He looked at it for a long time, and then looked up at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Josephine..."

He hemmed and hawed for a long time without saying what had happened, so I was more certain that

he had something to do with what had happened that night.

"You sold me that night, didn't you?" I can guess the result without him answering.

Daniel was an assistant manager in his group company. He was not a part of the last post transfer. He

was depressed for a long time and dreamed of promotion.

Because I was pretty, he often took me to parties. Though I did not like the situation much, he always

begged me to go with him. Sometimes I went with him for his poor sake.

That night, there was the head of their group and some of the top brass of their partner companies.

I was undoubtedly the focus of the dinner. Many people praised me for my beauty.

They drank me, but Daniel didn't help me at all, so I got drunk quickly.

What happened next was not hard to analyze. I was sold by Daniel, and he sent me to a bed on a lead.

It was as simple as that.

"Josephine, don't say that. The leader let me send a person that night."

"Which leader? Who did you send? Tell me, I will find them!"

"Josephine, don't be so aggressive." He looked at me in embarrassment. "You're too sensitive. There's

nothing you imagine!"

"If not, why did you get promoted a week later?" I didn't think too much about it at the time, but now that

I think about it in connection, his promotion should be a reward for selling me."

“Josephine, what do you think I am?" He looked aggrieved, “Don't be angry. You are pregnant now!"

"Ha, what does my pregnancy have to do with you?" I sneered and said, "Are you going to be a cheap

dad?"

A loud slap hit me in the face, my cheek burning.