After Losing Her, He Went Crazy novel Chapter 4

Elon hadn’t told me about finding a job.

The stall owner next door showed me a photo on his phone—Elon, arm around a woman, shopping for jewelry.

He had secured three years' worth of sales in just one hour.

"Emma, you never said your husband was this rich. Why’s he still letting you run the fish stall?"

"Grandpa is worried about the stall, I have to take care of it."

I forced a smile, pretending I didn’t recognize the woman in the picture wasn’t me.

The necklace Elon gave me last night was only a tiny fraction of the jewelry in the store, and it was even a gift.

I took a deep breath, dressed in my best clothes, and stood outside Elon’s company.

He refused to tell me the company’s location, so I secretly followed him, carrying a carefully packed lunch.

I thought he was just a low-level employee, but I followed the signs to the top floor.

Outside the chairman’s office, I hesitated to open the door—then heard Stacy’s soft voice.

“Elon, how much longer are you going to play around before returning to the Franco family? What’s so good about that slum?”

The sound of passion filled the office, and Elon's words cut through me like a knife.

So, in that meal gathering, Elon and they were no different from the rest of them...

I nearly vomited, and the lunch box in my hand fell to the ground.

The door opened, and Elon stood there, disheveled, panic flashing across his face.

“Emma, how did you get here?”

Behind him stood Stacy, her smile smug, her skirt barely covering her thighs.