Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Chapter 8: Timothy Xavier, Are You Thinking with Your Dick?

I’m really prepared to dig three feet deep on Monday to root out the traitor.

But unexpectedly, the next day, I received a call from the company’s top managent: "Zoe, because of that news leak, investors have withdrawn their funds, and salaries can’t be paid. We’re really sorry, you don’t need to co to work today."

I stood there holding the phone, stunned for a long ti.

Back then, right after college graduation, I accepted Timothy Xavier’s proposal and soon got pregnant.

Originally I was rejected by a news agency I could’ve joined. At that ti, Timothy felt sorry for and held , saying, "Zoe, don’t be sad. How about I invest in them? That way no one will dare to reject our Zoe."

I didn’t agree, not wanting to be a networking insider.

Then I joined the entertainnt dia industry full of chaos, beca editor-in-chief with top performance in three years, only to be fired for this reason.

The man who could throw money to get my dream job back then is now the sa one who makes unemployed.

Love or not, it’s obviously clear.

The human heart can also beco so unrecognizable.

I quickly walked out of the room, heading to the chapel.

Timothy Xavier was currently ditating in the chapel, his long, straight legs kneeling on a specially made cushion, his hands weaving Buddha Beads.

Once, I loved his cold, abstinent, detached deanor.

Even because of his devotion to God, I followed so many strict rules without any complaints.

I walked up and directly grabbed the Buddha Beads from his hands, asking, "Is this how God teaches you to treat your wife? What right do you have to interfere with my job?"

Timothy’s chanting got interrupted, and he lightly frowned.

"Such a dishonorable job, it’s better not to have it. If you want money, I’ll give you."

Dishonorable?

I’ve endured nights writing news, traveled around for promotion—earned by my own hands—and he’s dismissing it with a single word.

I pinched my hand and said, "You’d better investigate the source of the leak! I won’t take the bla for this!"

Timothy lowered his head, saying, "Serena already doesn’t hold it against you. You should just let it go."

I refused: "Is it that she doesn’t want to hold it against , or she doesn’t dare to? What? Afraid people will find out about her self-directed show? Timothy, are you out of your mind?"

Timothy furrowed his brow: "Zoe Ellison, you better figure out what this place is!"

At this mont, the ever-present Serena Sawyer appeared again.

First, she brought freshly brewed tea to Timothy, then turned to and said, "Miss Ellison, Timothy doesn’t want you doing this job, also hoping you can have so dignity. Though I haven’t been in the entertainnt industry long, it’s common to see paparazzi getting chased around, like rats."

Her lofty tone suggested that we aren’t in the sa class.

I countered, "Have you seen mistresses getting their hair pulled and faces beaten? You act so dignified as a mistress while I earn my living with my own abilities. How’s that not dignified?"

Serena’s face turned pale, instantly brimming with tears.

At this mont, a little girl’s anxious cry ca from outside: "Mom, mom, where are you? Doris woke up and can’t find mom!"

Serena hurried out, Timothy quickly got up, showing rare anxiety.

I watched silently, turned around and went back to the room, directly used my phone to send resus using a job application app.

This Mrs. Xavier isn’t as interesting as Timothy’s disparaged job.

After sending out twenty or thirty resus, I ordered my once-favorite steak, pizza, and seared foie gras takeout.

Three years, I haven’t touched these things for three whole years.

Yet I’ve had iron deficiency anemia since I was a child, and the doctor said other than dication, dietary supplents are the best.

So they recomnded eating foods rich in iron, lean at, duck blood, chicken liver.

To adhere to Timothy’s rules, my anemia got so severe I could faint just standing up—Timothy only let the doctor give an IV, still not breaking his vegetarian principle.

But ultimately, what did I gain?

Just when the takeout arrived, lunch was ready in the villa.

The high-paid vegetarian chef Timothy hired was already in position, bringing dishes to the table himself, introducing those he painstakingly prepared all morning.

Seeing return, he said to the chef, "Very professional. From now on, it’s up to you."

These words... were they purposely said for to hear?

Noon seats today were exactly like last night’s.

Serena and Doris sitting on each side of Timothy Xavier, silently reminding that I’m an outsider.

But this ti, unlike yesterday, I didn’t sit next to that little girl just to eat. I calmly carried my items, walked to the far end of the dining table, and sat down.

No matter how much is on this table, I don’t want another bite.

With at here, who’s going to stick to eating grass?

I’m not addicted to being a beast of burden!

Initially, Serena threw a stealthy provocative glance at , aning she’s already squeezed out of the picture.

Until I slowly opened the packaging in front of them, revealing the aromatic steak, foie gras, and pizza.