From Trophy Wife to Power Heiress

Summary

I suspected my husband's young assistant had signed up for some kind of socialite training program, all so she could try to become his mistress.

She didn't call him "Mr. Anderson." She called him "Cocoa" because he loved drinking mocha lattes. It was her way of making herself seem special.

Whenever he assigned her work, she didn't even move. She would just throw him a flirtatious look, twist her body into some exaggerated pose, and say, "What, you need me?" with a pout.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I told Perry Anderson to fire her.