A Betrayed Wife Left To Die? She Rose As The Tech Empress

After stepping out of the restroom, Roselyn made her way back to the private room. The meal had already ended, and not long after, everyone began to leave. Later that night, Roselyn returned home, but Adrian still hadn't shown up. She took a shower, then went straight to bed without waiting. Sleep came easily, and the night passed without dreams. Morning arrived, and Roselyn followed her usual routine by heading to work. Once she completed last month's report, she walked over and knocked on Gerald's office door. Gerald skimmed through the document, then gave an approving nod. After she left, Gerald stayed seated for a moment before opening his drawer. He took out the resignation letter she had handed in the previous day and stood up, heading toward HR. When the elevator doors slid open, he ran into Nate Robinson, the CEO's assistant. "Morning, Nate," Gerald said with a friendly smile. Nate returned the greeting with a nod. As the elevator began moving, Nate glanced at him. "Which floor are you heading to?" "I'm going to the tenth," Gerald replied. A brief pause followed before Nate spoke again, his tone light. "Handling paperwork with HR too?" Gerald raised the document slightly. "Not exactly. I'm turning in a resignation. It's for Ms. Hudson." Nate's expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face. "Wait, whose resignation?" "Roselyn Hudson," Gerald answered, looking at him with mild confusion. The reaction felt stronger than expected. For a moment, Gerald wondered if Nate also didn't want to lose someone like her. Gerald let out a quiet breath and shook his head. "I did what I could to change her mind, but she wouldn't budge. She said her health couldn't keep up with the job anymore. At that point, I had no grounds to argue. Nothing comes before that." Nate was one of the few people who knew about Adrian and Roselyn's marriage. Nate's eyes lowered to the name signed at the bottom of the document. There it was, written plainly. Roselyn Hudson. The sight caught him off guard for a brief second. A faint, knowing curve formed on his lips. From what he had seen, Roselyn never showed any signs of being unwell. For her to suddenly claim illness felt questionable. It looked more like a calculated move. Another way to draw Adrian's attention. Another attempt that leaned into drama. The elevator chimed as the doors opened. Gerald stepped out, while Nate stayed behind with the file before heading back toward the executive floor. After passing the documents to a secretary, Nate noticed another one preparing to deliver a separate batch to the CEO's office. Nate stepped forward and reached out. "Let me take those. I need to speak with Mr. Riley anyway." With visible relief, the secretary handed them over. "Thanks, Nate. I owe you one. Coffee's on me next time." She didn't mind at all. Her workload had already piled up. Once she walked off, Nate approached the office door and knocked. From inside, Adrian's voice came through, steady and low. "Come in." Nate entered, placing the documents down before giving a thorough update on ongoing matters and the schedule for the day. When he finished, he paused, weighing his next words. "There's something else I need to bring up." Adrian lifted his gaze. "Go on." Choosing his words with care, Nate continued, "It concerns your wife..." Thinking back to the previous night, Adrian immediately assumed Roselyn had stirred up something again. His expression turned grim at once. Nate hadn't even finished when Adrian cut him off, "You don't need to bring her up anymore. Whatever she does has nothing to do with me." "Got it," Nate replied, pressing his lips together as he held back the rest of what he planned to say. Anyone could tell Adrian had run out of patience with Roselyn. If that wasn't the case, he wouldn't react this way just hearing her name. At this point, Adrian clearly had no interest in anything related to her. With nothing more to add, Nate gathered the signed documents and walked out of the office. Around noon, Roselyn headed to the company cafeteria. A few coworkers glanced at her, surprise showing on their faces. After picking up her tray and finding a seat, someone she was familiar with came over and sat beside her. The colleague leaned closer and spoke in a quiet tone. "Roselyn, you're not heading home to cook for your husband today?" She knew Roselyn was married, but she had no idea who her husband actually was. Roselyn pushed her food around with her fork. "Not today." Before this, she would leave every noon to cook. Adrian rarely returned home, so she would pack the meals and bring them to him instead. Seeing him eat what she made had once been enough to make her happy. That routine had gone on for years. Later, she learned those meals often ended up thrown away. Curiosity got the better of her colleague. "Did something happen between you two?" she asked. Roselyn took a bite before answering, "He's seeing someone else." Her tone was casual as she spoke while chewing. The colleague stopped talking and focused on her food. The news shocked her. If she were in Roselyn's place, she would have confronted him right away. Yet Roselyn stayed composed. Later in the afternoon, around three, Roselyn received a message from her business partner, Roger Gill. It was the same topic as before. The Medical AI Research Department had contacted her again for the third time, and Roger asked if she wanted to turn it down once more. He added a reminder. Chances like this didn't come often. If she rejected it again, there likely wouldn't be another offer.