I made my husband regret it deeply
[My dear boss, stop working. You need to rest so you'll have the energy to be with me tonight.]
Looking at the delicate font and the screen full of pink bubbles, I was stunned.
I took a screenshot of the page, rushed to Miles, who was meeting a client outside, and asked, "Do you have a lover?"
Miles paused for a moment, then smiled and pinched my cheek, saying, "Silly girl, that's just the company's AI virtual girlfriend. I'm just personally testing it."
I calmly nodded and then had someone investigate this AI assistant.
After obtaining the IP address behind this virtual girlfriend, I immediately sent it to the company group chat.
I directly said: [If you come forward now, I might still consider leaving you some dignity.]
Since they take my money and still treat me like a fool, they should be prepared to lose their status and ruin their reputation.
The once lively company group chat instantly became very quiet.
Five minutes later, Miles hurriedly pushed open the office door and walked in.
Sweat beaded on his temple, his breathing was a bit rapid, and he looked very anxious. "Charlotte, it was really just a program test. You have to believe me." Charlotte Johnson is my name.
Several senior core employees of the company also came in, all helping Miles explain.
A man said, "Ms. Johnson, that was the beta version of the AI, absolutely no real person was operating it."
"The conversation content was pre-set. It's not what you think it means."
Immediately, the technical director dug out the meeting records and placed them in front of me. Then he said, "These conversation templates were designed by the team together to enhance user affinity and engagement."
"For the sake of our team's results, Mr. Green personally conducted the test. If you misunderstood him, we deeply apologize."
They spoke sincerely, constantly defending Miles.
Miles held my hand, his eyes full of sincerity. "Charlotte, I'm sorry for upsetting you. If you don't like me using this, I won't use it again."
He knew his sincerity could always move me.
Back then, he was very poor. I admired his character and decisively supported his startup.
To achieve results, Miles worked overtime for half a month straight and often didn’t come home.
I never doubted him; instead, I took care of the house and waited for him to come back.
When Miles needed funds, I asked my father, Nicholas Johnson, for investment and agreed with Miles that he would control the company's profits for the first five years.
In the end, his business didn’t take off, but I didn’t blame him.
I even recommended Miles to work at the group founded by Nicholas, citing "gained valuable experience" as the reason.
On the day he became the group president, at the celebration banquet, he proposed to me for the second time.
He said his love for me would always remain as pure and passionate as when we first fell in love, and that he would only ever love me.
Every year on our wedding anniversary, Miles would propose to me again to show he hadn’t forgotten his original feelings.
Logically, his loyalty to me should be very strong and unshakable.
I wearily pressed my temples and waved at them. "I understand. I won't pursue this matter anymore."
They breathed a sigh of relief and then left the office.
Miles also breathed a sigh of relief.
He came over to hug me, but I pushed him away.
I had already read Miles' chat history with the AI assistant.
That AI assistant would chat with him every few minutes. Although most of it was about weather or schedule reminders, the language was flirtatious, even somewhat explicit.
The chat also included faceless real-life memes. I could tell that all the memes came from the same person.
No matter how much I trust Miles, I can't help but feel suspicious.
I have to get to the bottom of this.
I know someone in the group's tech team. I excused myself to the restroom and sent over the traced IP address.
They quickly sent me the results.
The user of this IP is inside our group building.
Using the HR employee records, I found this person's name.
She is Hannah Ross, a new intern in the Operations Department 2.
I suddenly felt very upset.
They all said there was no real person in control, but now I even have the other person's name and information.
I got into the elevator and went straight to Operations Department 2 downstairs. At the office door, I spotted Hannah right away.
Everyone else was focused on work, but her computer screen was playing a variety show in full screen.
Her desk was lined with expensive hand creams and snacks, along with a humidifier solely for her use.
I walked into the office, and Hannah caught sight of me from the corner of her eye. Sensing something, she quickly raised her hand and slid the couple's photo under the documents on her desk.
When I approached her desk, Hannah slowly paused the variety show.
I clenched my fists, wondering if Miles had granted her such special privileges.
I asked her, "You're watching a variety show during work hours. Have you finished all your tasks?"
Hannah glanced at me indifferently. "I'm tired from work, taking a break, so what? Are you here to clean up? You should turn right ahead to the pantry."
The nearby employees looked like they didn’t want to get involved, but one of them still whispered to her, “This is Ms. Johnson, the daughter of our group’s founder and Mr. Green’s wife.”
Hannah looked at me with a feigned innocent expression. "Sorry. I thought Mr. Green's wife would be elegant and beautiful, so I didn't associate her with you. My apologies."
A surge of anger instantly rose in my heart.
I was about to speak to her when Hannah glanced elsewhere, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
She whispered, "I'm sorry, Ms. Johnson. I'll get to work right away."
At that moment, Miles's stern voice sounded behind me.
He asked, "What's going on?"
A few employees immediately gathered around.
A man said, "Ms. Johnson accused Hannah of not working seriously. She was scolded to tears by Ms. Johnson."
A woman said, "Hannah's work was already done well. The team leader allowed her to take a break. Ms. Johnson is being too strict."
I was a bit surprised. Just now, these people stayed silent, afraid that the conflict between Hannah and me would involve them.
But as soon as Miles appeared, they seemed to have direction and kept speaking up for Hannah.
"Enough," Miles pointed at Hannah and said, "Come to my office tomorrow to report your work. I will personally check your workload."
Hannah lowered her head and agreed, but the corners of her mouth quietly curved upward.
My heart suddenly ached, and my chest was filled with bitterness.
Is Miles warning her, or looking for an opportunity to be alone with her in the office?
I steadied my emotions, then raised my voice and said to everyone, "I'm not here to supervise work, but to inform you that the company will gradually upgrade the equipment. Starting with your department, all computers will be replaced with new ones."
Hearing my words, the employees were all pleasantly surprised.
Only Hannah unhappily said, "Why so sudden? I'm already used to my computer. Can I not change it?"
"No, you can't." Miles directly rejected her protest. Then, he turned to me with a gentle smile and said, "My wife's words represent mine. You all must follow her plan."
Hannah looked at Miles in disbelief, her face instantly turning red.
I didn't want to see her like that, so I said something to Miles and went home alone.
Not long after, Miles left work early and hurried back home.
In his left hand, he carried my favorite cake, and in his right hand, the bag I had my eye on a few days ago.
Miles said apologetically, "Charlotte, I'm sorry. I've already handed over the AI virtual girlfriend test to someone else. I promise I won't touch anything that makes you feel I'm distracted again."
I took the gift he gave me and calmly said, "I can understand if it's for work."
He sighed, then pulled me into his arms, his voice full of guilt. "I know I've neglected you. I'm sorry. My phone password is your birthday. If you're worried, you can check my phone anytime."
I nodded and said nothing more.
At night, when Miles went to take a shower, I unlocked his phone.
His phone was clean, with nothing suspicious.
Suddenly, a message popped up: "Menstrual pain relief medicine has been delivered."
It turned out that before apologizing to me, Miles was still concerned about Hannah's period pain.
My heart clenched tightly, and I almost smashed his phone to the ground.
Miles had truly become a man with two faces.
Without waiting for Miles to finish his shower, I went straight to another room.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all.
The next day, all the equipment in Operations Department Two was replaced.
I found the main computer Hannah used before and had a professional recover all the data inside.
Sure enough, her computer also had an AI assistant client program.
She was the AI assistant chatting with Miles, Miles's "virtual girlfriend."
Realizing that the guess I had pondered all night was confirmed, my hands couldn't help but tremble a little.
Did Miles use the company's resources and even have so many employees lie, just for his love with Hannah?
With trembling hands, I opened their chat logs and found that the records on Miles's computer were edited, while the ones on Hannah's computer were complete.
From Hannah's records, I could see that Miles cared for her with great attention, leaving nothing out.
To openly buy coffee for Hannah, Miles treated the entire department of 50 people to coffee.
To make Hannah happy at work, Miles lowered the performance requirements for the entire department.
Miles even cared about what color stockings or style of underwear Hannah wore today.
They also had a meeting place called Sweet Home.
Just last week, they agreed to meet at Sweet Home. Hannah asked him if she should prepare birth control pills.
Miles replied: [No. Our child will definitely be healthier than Charlotte's.]
Seeing this sentence, I stared at the screen, utterly shocked as if struck by lightning.
Last year, I was once pregnant with Miles's child.
That time, after entertaining a client, he drove home drunk. He asked me to help open the garage door but accidentally hit me, causing me to miscarry.
After sobering up, Miles kept crying and said he would pray for the child in heaven every day.
For the sake of our future, I endured this matter.
But now, the man who caused my child’s death is actually hinting to another woman that the child I lost was unhealthy.
I was trembling all over, my hand gripping the mouse almost crushing it.
Before I knew it, night had fallen.
In 30 years of life, it was the first time I stood on the edge of collapse.
I gathered all the materials and rushed to the company to find Miles, who claimed to be working overtime.
When I arrived at the VIP section of the underground parking lot, I saw Miles' car lights flash a few times.
Then, Miles and Hannah happened to walk out from two separate elevator entrances.
I instinctively hid in the shadows.
As soon as they met, they couldn't even get into the car before passionately kissing each other.
They looked like a couple who had been suppressing their feelings for a long time.
After the kiss, Miles gently caressed Hannah's cheek and said, "Wait for me. Once I become the chairman tomorrow, I'll find a way to make Charlotte disappear. Then we can be together forever."
Hannah gazed at him obsessively and said, "I know you've been preparing for this day for many years. I'll wait for your success."
A chill ran from my spine to the top of my head, and I almost collapsed.
My heart ached as if it had been stabbed countless times.
So, Miles was using me all along.
How could he face my parents and the child we lost?
After they drove away, I stumbled out from the shadows.
That night, I didn’t go home.
Miles called and messaged me like crazy.
I only replied: [See you at the shareholders' meeting tomorrow.]
Miles then reassured me to sleep early, not caring at all where I had gone.
The next day, I walked into the meeting room on time.
Seeing me, Miles instantly got excited and immediately brought over a proxy form for me to sign.
I inherited the largest shares in the group, but I usually let him exercise the voting rights on my behalf.
Today, Miles is giving a work report to vie for the chairman position.
With my proxy, he can cast 40% of the approval votes for himself.
I signed, then turned to see Hannah proudly standing in the employee representatives' lineup.
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