Boss Lady and Her Stupid Husband

A mixture of heavy panting and subdued groaning resounded in the bridal chamber.

"Kolton, let go of me..." Elyse Padilla smelled pungent perfume from the man. Her heart broke and hurt like hell.

On the wedding night, she waited till late hours in an impeccable white dress. What she faced was not happiness but a husband who returned from a nightclub.

Elyse was so angry and aggrieved that her eyes reddened. In her rage, she pushed the man away, pulled her clothes back on, sat up, and gnashed her teeth, "Go... wash it off."

Kolton Moody leaned against the head of the bed, indifferently wiped off the lipstick marks on his face, and scorned, "Stop pretending! You racked your brains to marry me. Don't you just want me in bed?"

Elyse had never expected him to think of her this way. Her delicate face turned pale, "The connection through marriage was Ford's decision. If you're unwilling, why didn't you reject it?"

"Stop pretending!" As if his sore spot were poked, Kolton abruptly leaned over and fiercely pinched her chin.

He looked fixedly at her delicate face, glistening eyes, and cherry lips that were bitten out of anger. She looked stunning from every angle. Any man would be enchanted by her beauty.

Who would have thought that a vicious soul was hidden under her gorgeous and proud appearance?

He clasped her jaw heavily till his knuckles turned pale, "Ms. Padilla, Everyone praises you for your wealth, power, innocence, and kind heart. The truth is that you're a scheming woman. If it weren't for you, Janiyah wouldn't have died."

Like poison needles, his words pricked her heart and soul.

"Janiyah Simon had a car accident. What has it got to do with me..." Elyse resisted desperately but could not move a bit. Her eyes were tinted with shocking scarlet, "Besides, I thought that you agreed to our marriage. Ford told me that you broke up with her..."

Kolton and she were childhood sweethearts. Before her feelings for him could see the light, another woman had been in his arms, and she gave up.

Then the patriarch of the Mood Family made a pledge of marriage and advised her sincerely. She thought that Kolton was willing and her love finally saw the light...

"Shut up! You're not worthy to mention Janiyah..." Kolton suddenly bore down on her and warned her ferociously like a beast, "If you didn't wreck our relationship, the car accident wouldn't have befallen Janiyah. You're a murderer!"

"Kolton, I... didn't expect that..." Elyse shook her head desperately. Hatred was seen burning in his eyes. In his mind, she was an unpardonable enemy. Without warning, her tears fell...

Great sorrow ensued great joy. Her mind a mess, she gibbered, "Why did you agree to our marriage in the first place? Since you're dissatisfied, we can... divorce..."

"Don't even think about it! You owe Janiyah your life, and I will avenge her through making your life a living hell."

Elyse trembled in pain. Fear and remorse got the better of her. She didn't want things to go on like this. Kolton hated her to the core.

Regardless of her explanation and groan, he turned her over, pinned her down on the bed, and covered her mouth tightly, "Shut up! Your voice makes me sick..."

Elyse felt a tingling sensation in her eyes and feebly endured the tearing pain. Her heart hurt a million times more than that.

Her dream marriage came to an end before it even began.

The man kept panting. The perfume from his body disgusted and humiliated her. All of a sudden, she felt dizzy and blacked out...

Four years later...

At a kindergarten.

Elyse parked the car, ready to pick up the kid. Out of nowhere came a bunch of paparazzi. Carrying cameras, they surrounded her at the school gate.

"Mrs. Moody, may I ask if Kolton and you have divorced?"

"Recently, the gossip about Kolton and the popular star, Louisa Bass, has provoked much discussion. Any comments on it?"

"Rumor has it that Louisa is about to marry the rich man. Did Mr. Moody have a showdown with you?"

"Mrs. Moody, you are the vice president of SE Group. If you divorce, what kind of impact do you think it will have on SE?"

Elyse calmly raised her head. Her shiny eyes gazed at the paparazzo as she asked back, "What else will affect SE Group more than the false rumors created by you?"

Her voice was bland, but the awful air about her daunted the paparazzi, "... This is just a normal interview, and you're so aggressive. Isn't it a sign of your guilty conscience?"

The experienced paparazzo was quick in reaction, "Could it be that Mr. Moody and you don't get along? So, you avoid the gossip?"

In the past few years after their marriage, Elyse had dealt too much such gossip for Kolton. Now her heart was numb. As long as the interests of the company were not affected, she was always calm and smiling, "Without evidence, you can't make such irresponsible remarks."

The paparazzo lost his tongue...

If he had, he wouldn't have asked her.

This woman was so cunning.

Elyse was immune to both soft and hard tactics. On top of that, she was good at controlling the topic, which made those paparazzi stamp their feet.

They wanted to dig up some dirt but dare not mention SE Group again. Without a choice, they steered the conversation to a trending topic, "The recent rumor has it that a mysterious rich man won the bidding of an outrageous pink diamond and presented it to the popular star, Louisa Bass. May I ask if the rich man is Kolton?"

Elyse arched her eyebrow and smiled decently, "No."

The paparazzo wanted to press, but the security guards of the school noticed the situation and came up to drive them away.

Elyse was off the hook. Because of the delay, when she entered the kindergarten, Greta Moody was the only kid left on the field. Sitting on a slide, the little one was counting ants. Frustration and anxiety were written all over her tender, fair face.

"Greta, I'm here." Elyse felt guilty, hastened over, picked up her daughter, and kissed her on the tender cheek, "Sorry to keep you waiting, I was held up by work."

Greta threw her arms around Elyse's neck and returned a kiss. Her long, curly eyelashes fluttered as she replied softly, "Mommy, you're tired, kiss you."

Elyse's heart melted. Her irritation and dejection were gone instantly. "My baby, shall we go to a feast?" She held the little one tightly in her arms and asked gently.

Greta's pretty eyes lit up, and she replied in a milky voice, "Feast."

A piece of soothing piano music was played in the restaurant. All the booths were comparted with bead curtains in various colors. The environment was quiet and highly private.

As soon as they took their seats, Greta suddenly leaned prone on her shoulder and looked back. Her big eyes were filled with confusion, "Mommy, I saw Daddy."

Elyse stiffened and looked back. Kolton was seen sitting near the corner. She could only see his handsome side face and curling lips. He was talking with a woman who sat across from him. On the table lay a delicate rose. The scene was romantic.

Louisa!

Elyse hadn't expected the two to date here in public. The questions from the paparazzo crossed her mind and further upset her. Still, she had to calm down and soothe her daughter, "Greta, leave him alone. Let's have our meal."

"Mommy, Daddy gives that lady so many gifts..." Greta refused to snap her gaze back and marveled, "The pink stone in that box is so pretty."

Elyse's heart convulsed. She couldn't help but look over. Then her eyes went dim.

Sure enough, it was the pink diamond mentioned by that paparazzo.

Kolton paid good money and presented it to Louisa.

He had never squandered money like this before.

Greta watched attentively and suddenly asked, "Mommy, why doesn't Daddy give you something so nice? I don't like her. She is pestering Daddy..."

Elyse smiled bitterly...

They were childhood sweethearts, but Kolton had never given her a gift.

Especially after Janiyah's death, he treated her like an enemy.

To humiliate her, he changed his lovers more frequently than he did with his clothes. On their wedding night, he blatantly went to a nightclub for hookers and created a public scandal...

She didn't care about those women in the past, but Louisa looked somewhat like Janiyah.

She could tell how much Kolton cared for this woman.

Greta detected frustration on her face and asked pitifully, "Why is Daddy eating with another woman rather than us?"

Elyse sneered inwardly but had to prevent her daughter from overthinking. "That's Daddy's client, and they are talking about business." She had to soothe Greta gently.

"Huh?" Greta was baffled, "Can't we join Daddy?"

"My baby." Elyse disguised her dejection and comforted her daughter, "Daddy is busy, and we shouldn't disturb him."

She didn't want her daughter to become a sacrifice of their unhappy marriage. Although Kolton hated her, he was at least willing to sustain the family for their daughter.

In the evening, as soon as Kolton returned home, Elyse intercepted him at the door, "Go take a shower. Greta will be disgusted by your stench."

Kolton took off his jacket, put it on his arm, and deliberately bent down to let her smell the perfume, "Mrs. Moody, you can't take it?"

Elyse looked away and scoffed with a cold expression, "Mr. Moody, you're so rich that you bought a pink diamond for 30 million yuan without batting an eyelid. Why didn't you give her a bottle of upscale perfume?"

Kolton froze slightly and then deliberately draped the perfume-stained jacket over her head. The two of them were enveloped in a narrow dark space. "It's just a pink diamond, and you're the vice president of SE. You can have as many diamonds as you like." He scoffed.

He then clasped her waist, trying to pass on the smell to her.

"Let go." Elyse couldn't stand the pungent perfume and his groping. Unable to hold back anymore, she cursed, "You stud, you can fool around, but clean up the mess before it affects the company and disgusts our daughter."

Kolton paused and quickly realized something, "You took Greta to the restaurant?"

"Kolton, you can keep mistresses. I don't care, but don't make a spectacle of yourself in front of our daughter." The thought of Greta's aggrieved look added flames to her anger, and she scorned, "If you die on a woman's bed someday, choose a distant place. Greta doesn't have a father who knows no discipline!"