My Husband Chose His Mistress, I Chose His Rival

Summary

Five months into my pregnancy, I was still working.

Just before signing a major contract, the new intern, Amber, handed me a cup of almond tea.

I have a severe almond allergy. I went into anaphylactic shock on the spot.

When I woke up, I had lost the $30 million contract and the baby I was carrying.

I never imagined my husband, Damien, the CEO, would only fine the intern $300, then turn to fire me:

“Celeste, Amber didn’t mean it. I’ve already fined her $300. You’ve had a miscarriage, you’re not fit for work. Go home and recover.”

“Is our child only worth $300?”

I sneered.