Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 3: My Wife Will Not Admit to Fictitious Charges

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: My Wife Will Not Admit to Fictitious Charges

Elara Hale is interviewing for a position at a pharmaceutical company that’s part of a multinational group.

She originally wanted the position of Sales Supervisor, but the HR offered her only the position of Sales Assistant due to her not having children at thirty and having been out of the workforce for two years.

The base salary is 4,500, plus commission. If she doesn’t make a sale in three months, she will be let go. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Elara recalls that when she resigned two years ago, she was the backbone of the company. Her manager advised her multiple times not to have a ’love brain’, but she stubbornly dove into marriage like a moth to a flame, welcoming what she thought would be her peaceful years.

Little did she know she was welcoming life’s hardships.

And now, as she tries to return to the workforce, society is giving her a harsh lesson.

This is the price of marriage.

Elara smiles bitterly and signs her name on the employment documents.

She believes in herself, knowing she won’t stop here.

Tomorrow is the official start of work; after finishing the paperwork, Elara leaves the company.

She goes to the address Zion Fitzwilliam gave her and knocks on the door.

The door quickly opens, and Zion Fitzwilliam stands there without much expression, politely saying, "You’re back."

Elara also smiles politely, "Yes, I bought some food; if you haven’t eaten, would you like to join me?"

Zion hesitates slightly, and Elara thinks he’ll refuse, but unexpectedly he agrees, "Sure, I’ll get some bowls."

He also grabs a bottle of fruit wine.

At the dinner table, Elara raises her glass to him, "Thank you for helping me out at the civil affairs office today."

Zion holds his glass with a faint smile, indifferent, and speaks in a deep voice, "Just consider it a brave act; after all, we’re partners."

Speaking of which, Elara feels a bit embarrassed and says, "I’ll pay you rent for the room at market price; I’ll owe you for the first two months, and repay you once I get my salary."

Zion nods.

After dinner, Zion asks, "It’s still early, how about we go shopping together? Having someone new at home means there are things we need to get; we’ll split the costs."

Elara reluctantly stands up, "Alright."

Neither of them has a car, so they walk, but fortunately, the mall isn’t far, and they arrive in ten minutes.

They push a shopping cart inside, and while wandering through the home goods section, Zion suddenly stops.

Following his gaze, Elara’s body stiffens instinctively.

Enemies meet on a narrow road.

A few steps away, Cecilia Quincy is holding Mason Jacobs’ arm, lovingly leaning on his shoulder.

Standing beside them is Mason Jacobs’ sister, Rosalind Jacobs.

Cecilia looks over, a bit surprised, "Elara, what a coincidence, are you also shopping for cohabitation supplies?"

Mason’s face instantly darkens.

Rosalind crosses her arms, sneering, "Elara Hale, do you really have that thick skin? Just divorced and immediately jumping into another relationship? You’ve disgraced the Jacobs family!"

With these words, quite a few people around start looking at Elara.

This woman, so pretty, and yet so frivolous?

Elara instinctively clenches the bed sheet set in her hand.

Her relationship with Rosalind has always been bad; for the two years she was in the Jacobs family, Rosalind used her status to bully her, even once splashing boiling pear water on her. Scenes of public humiliation like today happened countless times.

For Mason, she endured everything.

But enduring didn’t lead to a happy ending.

Her heart feels stuffed, suffocating, as she looks at Rosalind, speaking softly.

"I might be jumping into another relationship right after the divorce, but isn’t your brother doing the same? I have a lawful marriage, while your brother and Cecilia haven’t even married yet, who’s truly more noble?"

Listening to this, Mason’s face instantly turns somber, suppressing his anger, "Elara Hale, what do you imply with your sarcasm? Cecilia and I are genuinely in love, it’s none of your business to comment! Know your place!"

Rosalind also sneers, "Exactly, you should know your identity! A pair of adulterers, and you still claim a lawful marriage, can you even compare with Cece? You’re shamelessly flaunting yourself!"

It feels like a heavy punch to the chest, causing Elara to ache.

Identity? When Mason and Cecilia were getting involved, her identity was the Jacobs family’s legally married daughter-in-law, his legitimate wife!

She let go, enabled their happiness, and yet she ends up being scolded for being unworthy.

She looks at Mason, with a dim gleam in her eyes, speaking softly, "Actually, you can rest assured, I want nothing more than to go our separate ways from now on."

As she says this, her expression reveals a gray defeat, like a flower blooming in full and suddenly battered by frost, losing all its vigor overnight.

Mason’s mind flashes an unfamiliar feeling, unable to forget two years ago on their wedding day, the way she radiantly smiled at him, saying, "Looking forward to our future together."

Cecilia gently shakes his hand, softly saying, "Mason, let’s forget it, Elara probably doesn’t mean any harm..."

Mason snaps back to reality; marrying Elara was a temporary measure, his true love is Cece.

Impatiently, he looks at Elara, "You better be!"

He pulls Cecilia away, turning back, and an unwilling gleam flashes in Rosalind’s eyes as she suddenly rushes at Elara!

Elara is completely unprepared, thinking she would fall, but suddenly a hand reaches over, scooping her waist and pulling her aside.

Rosalind uses all her strength, not expecting Elara to dodge, she can’t stop and crashes directly into the shelf.

"Clang!"

The things on the shelf fall all over the place.

More people gather around to watch.

Rosalind feels embarrassed, furiously yelling, "Elara Hale, you did this on purpose!"

A store worker rushes over, stunned at the mess, "What happened here?"

Rosalind points at Elara, irritably saying, "Get her to pay for this! It’s all her fault!"

The worker hesitantly looks at Elara, "Miss, you caused damage to so many items, you’ll need to compensate..."

Everyone looks at her, yet none speak up for her, including Mason and Cecilia who saw Rosalind make the move.

Elara stands under their stares, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness and helplessness.

She tries to explain, "It wasn’t me..."

But isolated and without help, the explanation seems weak.

Suddenly, a hand reaches around her waist from behind, gently holding her as if to give her strength. A tall figure stands firmly by her side.

"I can testify, my wife didn’t touch those shelves, it was Miss Jacobs who suddenly collided with them, causing the shelves to fall over."

Rosalind glares, "You’re lying! I see you’re all in this together, purposely framing me to exonerate this bitch!"

Zion remains expressionless, calmly looking at the store worker, "You can check the surveillance footage. If there’s a dispute, call the police, but my wife won’t admit to a nonexistent charge."

His voice is steady and reassuring, like a calming pill, slowly easing Elara’s anxious heart.