His Assistant Called Me Ugly, So I Toppled His Dark Empire Chapter 01
Pregnancy had left me trapped in a constant state of unease.
I texted Leonardo every single day, asking if he still loved me.
He replied gently the first ninety-nine times.
Everything changed on the hundredth message.
His reply was sharp and full of irritation, three short lines staring back at me on the screen.
[Sophia, are you that bored?]
[Your morning sickness is gone, the baby’s not keeping you up anymore, so now you come pester me?]
[Go look in a mirror while you’ve got the time. See how swollen your face has gotten.]
I froze in place.
The messages were retracted a second later, and a voice note popped up instead.
“My apologies. My junior staff sent those by mistake, don’t take it to heart.”
Whether it was an accident or not no longer mattered.
I knew our marriage was over. And so was he.
I headed to the hospital afterward.
I walked out of the abortion ward, my four-month-old unborn child gone forever.
Night had fallen completely by the time I got home.
A crystal chandelier lit up the living room, and Leonardo sat on a leather sofa.
He lifted his head at the sound of the door and frowned.
“Where were you? You didn’t answer my calls or texts all night long.”
I said nothing.
I slipped off my shoes and poured myself a glass of cold water.
His gaze lingered on my face for a few long seconds before he finally spoke.
“I already explained what happened this afternoon. My personal assistant took my private phone by accident.”
“She’s apologized to me, and I’ve disciplined her. Nothing like this will ever happen again.”
A regular assistant getting hold of her boss’s exclusive private phone?
I let out a quiet laugh and set down my glass, turning to face him.
Leonardo was undeniably handsome.
I’d noticed that from the very first moment we met.
At thirty-three, he outshone most men of his age. Dressed in a custom-tailored suit, he looked like a model straight out of GQ magazine.
I used to enjoy staring at him for hours, thinking I would never grow tired of the sight.
But in that moment, his good looks meant nothing to me at all.
He was just like a Tom Ford suit displayed in a Fifth Avenue store window. I’d admired it through the glass for years, convinced it belonged to me, yet I’d never truly held it in my hands.
“Leonardo,” I said, my voice far calmer than I felt. “What’s her name again?”
He hesitated for a moment.
“Isabella. Why do you ask?”
“How long has she worked for you?”
“About six months,” he answered. He fired off three more questions right after. “What’s this about? I told you it was a misunderstanding. Can’t you just drop it and move on?”
Four questions in a row.
I ignored his accusations and kept talking.
“I remember you mentioned her when she first started. You said she was clumsy, nothing like the efficient, sharp staff you always preferred.”
“I figured you’d let her go eventually. I was wrong.”
“Since she arrived, I’ve noticed you spend more and more time at the family stronghold. You also take far more business trips, ever since I got pregnant.”
I would never have kept questioning his love if he hadn’t treated me so coldly.
Leonardo’s frown deepened further.
“What exactly are you trying to say, Sophia?”
I smiled faintly. “I’m just stating the facts.”
His patience wore thin, his tone growing harsher. “I know pregnancy is tough, and mood swings come with it. But don’t let those random messages make you paranoid.”
“It’s bad for you, and it’s bad for the baby.”
The word baby pierced my heart like a thin, sharp needle.
