After My Husband Gave Our House To His Mistress

Recently, my workplace provided me with an apartment. Unfortunately, Paisley Campbell missed the opportunity, so she and her son Ace are still living in the apartment Elijah Watkins rented.

During the tour of the apartment, Paisley's eyes filled with tears. "I wish I could have a place like this," she said wistfully. "It would mean Ace wouldn't have to keep moving around with me."

Without hesitation, Elijah promised to give her my apartment. I hesitated and instinctively glanced at the file in my drawer. It didn't contain any property transfer papers, but rather the confidentiality agreement for a major project I had signed.

Seeing my hesitation, Elijah misinterpreted my pause and frowned. "We agreed on this, right? Don’t start getting second thoughts. If you change your mind, I’ll divorce you right away!"

Feigning concern, I asked, "But if I give her the apartment, where will I stay?"

Elijah replied impatiently, "Didn’t you also get another one assigned to me? It's tough for Paisley and Ace as a single mom and child—you should show some kindness!"

He paused and then added, "And when you're around Ace, try not to look so stern—it might frighten him."

"Our child is gone, but can't you treat Paisley's son as if he were our own and help take care of them for me?"

With that, he headed to the living room to call the security staff to move the furniture out.

I quickly caught up with him and flashed a cheerful smile. "Isn't it too late to bother them now?"

"I'll handle it tomorrow."

"And I'll make sure to deliver the property papers, giving both you and Paisley a wonderful surprise!"