Ethan Miller’s executive assistant sent me a screenshot from social media. His new secretary had posted a picture of a bento box, filled with exquisite dishes. It was the lunch I’d prepared for Ethan. The caption read: "My cold, brooding CEO Knight vanquished the Ramen Demon, saving his Bellyache Princess." At the same time, Ethan Miller, who almost never posted on social media, updated his own status. The photo was of a cup of instant noodles, spicy beef flavored. The caption read: "A familiar taste I’ve missed." I was grinding my teeth in fury when my mother-in-law’s call came through. “Didn’t you see him eating instant noodles? Why didn’t you prepare him lunch? He can’t eat spicy food!” I immediately contacted a major supermarket chain. “One hundred cases of spicy beef ramen, deliver them to Miller Corp.” He liked nostalgia, did he? Well, I’d give him all the nostalgia he could handle! I had barely stepped through the front door when Jack Sterling, Ethan’s executive assistant, sent me a message. It was an Instagram screenshot. Chloe Adams, Ethan Miller’s new secretary, had posted a photo of a bento box. The dishes inside were beautifully arranged, with meat, vegetables, and fish, all nutritionally balanced. It was clear someone had put a lot of care into it. Chloe’s caption read: "My cold, brooding CEO Knight vanquished the Ramen Demon, saving his Bellyache Princess." I frowned, confused. Why was the bento box I’d prepared for Ethan in his secretary’s hands? Before I could react, Jack sent another message: "Check your feed." I opened Instagram, and my blood immediately began to boil. Ethan Miller, who probably posted once a year if that, had actually updated his status. The picture showed a cup of spicy beef instant noodles and a hand holding a plastic fork. The caption read: "A familiar taste I’ve missed." That bastard Ethan! He ignored the elaborate bento box I’d carefully prepared for him, gave it to his secretary, and then went and ate instant noodles himself. I was about to call him and demand an explanation when my mother-in-law’s call came through. I pressed answer, and before I could even bring the phone to my ear, a barrage of complaints erupted from the other end. “Olivia, what’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you prepare lunch for Ethan today?” “Don’t you know he has a sensitive stomach and can’t handle spicy food? How could you let him eat that garbage, instant noodles?” “Mom, I made him lunch…” “You made him lunch? If you made him lunch, how could he be eating instant noodles?” My mother-in-law cut me off. “I just called Ethan. He said you went shopping today and forgot to prepare his lunch.” “You don’t do anything all day, you don’t even go to the company. Can’t you even get one meal right?” Too fed up to argue, I hung up. Then, I immediately sent her Chloe Adams’s Instagram screenshot. “See? Your son fed the meal I slaved over to a dog.” Silence from my mother-in-law’s end. My chest tightened with frustration. At that moment, I just wanted to see some blood. That asshole Ethan! Not only did he give the lunch I prepared to his secretary, he also posted on Instagram, clearly responding to that woman. To top it all off, he lied to his mother and said I hadn’t made him anything at all. He’s playing games with his secretary at the company, and I’m the one getting blamed? He knows perfectly well spicy food gives him a stomach ache, but he just had to eat that bowl of instant noodles. Why? Because he knows every time he gets a stomach ache, I’ll be there, waiting on him hand and foot. If he loved that “familiar taste” so much, then I’d grant his wish! 2 That afternoon, a supermarket delivery truck pulled up right in front of Miller Corp.’s main entrance. The unloaders opened the cargo bay and started stacking cases of instant ramen right there in the company lobby. The young receptionist at the front desk rushed over. “Stop, stop! Did you deliver to the wrong address?” I walked out from behind the truck. The receptionist, seeing me, quickly bowed. “Mrs. Miller!” “No mistake, it’s supposed to be here.” I pointed to the pile of instant noodles, which was quickly forming a small mountain. “Later, find someone to deliver all one hundred cases of these instant noodles to the CEO’s office.” With that, I strode directly into the elevator. In his office, Ethan’s face was ashen as he watched case after case of ramen being brought in. “Olivia, can you please stop this childish behavior?” “I just saw she had a stomach ache and was eating instant noodles, so I gave her the meal you made for me.” “She and I have a purely professional relationship. There’s nothing going on between us.” “Ethan Miller, you don’t have to be sleeping with someone for it to count as cheating. You know what you’re thinking deep down.” “You’re enjoying this ambiguous atmosphere right now. You’re enjoying that worshipful look she gives you.” “With so many people in the company, would you give the meal I made to anyone else who had a stomach ache?” “We’ve been married for so long. You don’t seriously think I don’t know exactly what kind of person you are, do you?” “Your mother started lecturing me right after you posted that Instagram photo. Tell me, what did you tell your mom?” The office door swung open. Chloe Adams, wearing a little white dress and white canvas shoes, walked in carrying a coffee cup. She was sickeningly innocent, exactly the type I couldn’t stand. “Ms. Jenkins, your coffee.” I picked up the coffee cup and, without hesitation, splashed it all over her. Chloe gasped. Her steps, which should have taken her backward to dodge, instead faltered, sending her tumbling towards Ethan. Ethan reached out and caught Chloe. His face was visibly alight with anger. “Olivia Hayes, are you seriously not done with this?” “This is the company, not our home. No one here is going to pamper you!” I sneered, looking at the little shrinking violet on the verge of tears in his arms. “Hold her tighter. Press a little harder. Your CEO Knight might just divorce me and let his Bellyache Princess take my place.” At my words, both their faces flushed, and they quickly separated. I pointed at Chloe, who was now covered in coffee. “Ethan Miller, you still have the nerve to say you don’t play favorites?” “What did she just call me when she walked in? Ms. Jenkins? Am I not married to you? Or am I some shady mistress?” “Is the ‘Ms. Jenkins’ title something you’ve silently approved? Are you planning to divorce me?” “All the female employees here wear business suits and skirts. Black stockings and heels are mandatory, even for me. What’s up with her outfit? Is this your new fetish?” Ethan’s eyes flickered with embarrassment, like a student caught cheating with a cheat sheet by a strict proctor. “What are you talking about? She just hasn’t had time to buy suitable clothes, so I let her wear her own clothes to work. Don’t overthink it.” “Ethan Miller, she’s been working here for almost a month! What kind of clothes take a month to buy? Even a pig would have found clothes by now!” “I’m done with this. You handle it yourself.” I pointed to the instant noodles in the hallway. “Starting tomorrow, I won’t be making you meals. Whenever you’ve eaten your fill of those hundred cases of instant ramen, that’s when I’ll consider cooking for you again. You don’t like my cooking, do you? From now on, you can live with these instant noodles.” Ethan’s face grew impatient. “Can you stop being so unreasonable? When did I ever say I didn’t like your cooking?” “So, you do like it, then?” I pulled a bento box from my bag, opened the lid, and set it in front of him. “Eat up. You said you liked it, didn’t you?” Ethan slammed his hand on the table. “Olivia Hayes, are you insane? What do you mean by putting dog food in my bento box?” “It’s the meal I prepared for you. You like feeding my food to dogs, don’t you?” My gaze fell on Chloe Adams, standing nearby. “Bellyache Princess, this is the supper your loyal servant specially prepared for you.” “Eat up. What are you waiting for?” 3 Chloe Adams, stained with coffee, stood behind Ethan, head bowed. Tears flowed like a broken faucet, hitting the floor with a rhythmic pitter-patter. Anyone walking in would think the CEO had installed a new sprinkler system in his office. “Chloe Adams, if you harbor ambitions of becoming the CEO’s wife, you should know that these pathetic men might like delicate little hothouse flowers like you, but they would never let a whiny, crying waste of space become their partner.” “If you only want to be a rich man’s plaything or an illegitimate mistress for life, then keep crying. See if your CEO Knight will actually marry his Bellyache Princess.” “If you want to kick me out and take my place, then show some of the guts a mistress needs to become the wife.” I pushed the bento box filled with dog food closer. “Eat it. If you eat it, Ethan will a hundred percent side with you against this old hag. Then you’ll be one step closer to becoming Mrs. Miller.” “You want to be a wealthy socialite, but you’re too afraid to lose face? Then you’re destined to be nothing more than a template and a trophy for rich men.” Chloe Adams clearly hadn’t heard a word I said. Her tears flowed even more profusely. “Ms. Jenkins, I’m just a secretary, but that doesn’t mean I have no dignity. You’re insulting my character.” “Mr. Miller and I have never crossed a line. You’re just speculating with your malice!” “Insulting your character? You don’t have a mirror, but you must have a phone camera, right? Why don’t you take a look at yourself?” I scoffed. “Never crossed a line? You really have the nerve to say that?” “As a secretary, you can’t even dress appropriately. Does that outfit look like a secretary’s attire? If you went out with the boss to negotiate a deal looking like that, do you think people would see you as his secretary or a toy he brought along to show off?” “A secretary eats her boss’s lunch and feels smug about it. As a secretary, you’re supposed to solve problems for your boss, not create them.” “If you truly had any dignity, you’d proudly resign and leave right now, instead of standing here whining and playing weak, begging for your CEO Knight’s protection.” “Enough!” Ethan kicked the bento box with dog food across the room. “Olivia Hayes, don’t push your luck!” “This is the company. This is my private secretary. What right do you have to treat my staff like that?” Dog food scattered everywhere. I stood there like a statue, letting the kibble hit me, unmoving. “Ethan Miller, I’m giving you two choices right now.” “One: you keep your Bellyache Princess, and we get a divorce.” “Two: you fire her. I can pretend none of this ever happened, and I won’t bring it up again.” “One or two, you choose.” “Impossible!” Ethan answered without hesitation. “The company has its rules and regulations. No one has the right to fire an employee without cause.” I nodded. “Alright, I understand.” With that, I stood up and walked straight out. Ethan rushed after me, grabbing my arm. “Olivia, can you please stop acting out?” “Let go!” I shook his hand off. “Ethan Miller, you made your choice. Why are you clinging to me now?” “It’s the twenty-first century. Don’t tell me you’re planning on building a harem.” “Are you going to elevate her to a co-wife, or make her your concubine?” “Olivia, can you just listen to me—” “Get lost!”
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