The Woman From Hell

Chapter 3

to the office despite the risk. Just as I reached the entrance, my assistant, Heidi, ran out anxiously. “Cindy wants to act in ‘The Biography of Empress Anna’”. “What is wrong with her this time?” I asked, feeling a little fretful. I knew very well that she was looking for trouble again. “Who knows! Chairman is angry that you have already signed Sherry on as the female lead,” Heidi said cautiously. “I got it. You can go back to work now!” I walked up to my office, tidied my hair, and held in the anxiety in my heart before pushing the door open. Theo was sitting on the sofa in the room with a gloomy expression. His body emitted a cold icy aura. His aura filled the room to the point it felt like the temperature in the room had dropped a few degrees. Before Wanda could say anything, the office door opened, and Cindy walked in. Cindy had always looked beautiful and dignified. However, she looked like a drowned rat now. Water from her hair was still dripping down her face Despite it all, she still looked beautiful. Her wet clothes outlined her perfect figure, and her beautiful face looked even more delicate because of the raindrops. Theo jumped up and wrapped her in his arms. He asked dotingly, “Where did you go? What happened?” Wiping the water off her face, Cindy picked up the bag in her hand and said in a bright voice, “Theo, I heard you have not had your breakfast yet, so I went to buy your favorite burger.” “Silly girl, it is raining so heavily outside. It does not matter if I have eaten my breakfast or not.” Theo pulled Cindy into his embrace with an expression of guilt and heartache. He quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her. She hugged him tightly and whispered in his arms, “But I care about you!” After seeing the whole scene unfold, I suddenly understood why I was no match to Cindy although I was married to Theo for three years. There were crowds of whispering and gossiping employees outside my office door. When they saw the two of them hugging each other, they looked at me sympathetically. I got up and gently closed my office door, shutting out the whisperings. Theo carried Cindy and walked further into the room. There was a small bedroom and a bathroom there. When I was busy with work, I would usually spend the night there. I took a few steps forward and stood at the door, blocking their way. I lowered my head and whispered, “There is a change of clothes ready in the reception room outside.” This was my territory. Whether it was the villa or the old mansion, Cindy had begun piling her things, be it intentionally or unintentionally. I