Eric was as sharp-tongued as ever. I almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up.

Jeremiah's expression grew darker as he hissed through gritted teeth, "Eric, this is between me and my wife. What does it have to do with an outsider like you?"

Then, he grabbed my hand. "Come with me!"

Before I could react, he yanked me out of my seat. But another hand gripped my other arm firmly before Jeremiah could drag me far.

I was startled and turned to see Eric holding me. There was clear concern in his eyes, and his expression was cold as he confronted Jeremiah. "If there's anything you have to say, you can say it here."

Jeremiah's eyes were stormy, and his grip on my hand tightened. "This is between us. What does it have to do with you, Eric? Let go!"

I was caught between the two men. I could sense their tension escalating rapidly.

We were at a restaurant, and it was lunch hour. Their commotion d

Jeremiah was silent for seconds. Then, his tone softened slightly. "We're husband and wife. Strictly speaking, Elsa is like a sister to me. I only keep her by my side because you asked me to look after her. Why must you be so petty about this?

"If it bothers you that much, I can have her transferred to another position. That should solve the problem, right?"

He made it sound like I was being unreasonable when it was his restless desire to cheat at fault. His words were like a cold dagger to my heart.

In my past life, Jeremiah had indeed transferred Elsa to a different position, but it was only after my parents had pressured him into it. He resented them deeply for that and started showering Elsa with gifts and projects under the guise of making it up to her.

Then, they grew closer once more until they crossed the line.

The truth was that transferring her was pointless. If they wante

In the past few years as a stay-at-home wife, I continued studying and designing jewelry in private. It hadn't been to pass the time as I genuinely loved it.

In my past life, I gave up my career because Jeremiah preferred a family-oriented wife. Now that I thought about it, it was laughable and pathetic.

Thankfully, I'd been given a chance to start over in life. It wasn't too late.

While I was lost in thought, I started drifting off to sleep.

The sky was bright when I woke up. I checked my phone and noticed I had slept all day till noon. As if right on cue, my stomach growled and reminded me it was time for lunch. I got up for a quick wash and headed out to a restaurant. Cooking at home felt like too much of a hassle. 

Just as I stepped out the door, I bumped into Eric, who was casually dressed in a black hoodie. He raised a hand to greet me and asked, "Heading out?"

I yawned lazily. "Yeah, grabbing some food. Don't you have work today?"

"It's the weekend. Even the CEO needs a break."

He raised an eyebrow and added, "Actually, perfect timing. I'm heading out for lunch, and since you mentioned treating me to a meal yesterday, how about today?"

I agreed without hesitation, "Sure. Let's do it today." I was planning to treat him to a meal anyway, and he'd been a great help yesterday.

Since I was going to treat Eric to a meal, it couldn't be just a random restaurant. I made a reservation at a well-known restaurant in the heart of the city. 

Once we arrived and placed our orders, I noticed all the dishes Eric had ordered were my favorites. I was briefly stunned, but I dismissed it as a coincidence and thought no more of it.

Eric cracked the shell of a crab and picked out the meat before placing it on my plate. "Try this. It's fresh."

I was briefly stunned. Just as I was about to thank him, a shrill voice interrupted, "What are you doing here, Jane? And you're eating with Mr. Flint? When did the two of you get so close?"

I could tell it was Elsa's pretentious voice without looking up. I secretly rolled my eyes, swallowed my food, and finally looked up. 

Jeremiah was standing beside her. His expression was dark and gloomy, and his hands were clenched at his sides as his veins bulged.

He immediately launched into accusations. "No wonder you've been demanding a divorce these past few days. Turns out you've found my replacement. You know that Eric and I don't get along, so you must be hooking up with him on purpose. Are you trying to disgust me or yourself?

"Tell me the truth. When did the two of you start seeing each other?"

I eyed Jeremiah's hand that was resting on Elsa's shoulder and laughed. Then, I shot back, "Having a meal together means hooking up? If that's the case, the two of you are probably committing adultery by hugging and holding each other."

Jeremiah seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly withdrew his hand. He snapped, "Elsa wasn't feeling well, and I was just helping her."

I scoffed. Did he think I'd fall for such a clumsy excuse?

Eric, who had been eating quietly, suddenly spoke up and backed me up, "If your wife wants a divorce, you should reflect on yourself instead of rushing to accuse her. With that brain of yours running Cornell Group, it's no wonder the company's been in decline.

"Dining with another woman is perfectly fine for you, but now that Jane's having lunch with me, suddenly it means she's cheating. I don't think I've seen anyone as hypocritical as you are."

Eric was as sharp-tongued as ever. I almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up.

Jeremiah's expression grew darker as he hissed through gritted teeth, "Eric, this is between me and my wife. What does it have to do with an outsider like you?"

Then, he grabbed my hand. "Come with me!"

Before I could react, he yanked me out of my seat. But another hand gripped my other arm firmly before Jeremiah could drag me far.

I was startled and turned to see Eric holding me. There was clear concern in his eyes, and his expression was cold as he confronted Jeremiah. "If there's anything you have to say, you can say it here."

Jeremiah's eyes were stormy, and his grip on my hand tightened. "This is between us. What does it have to do with you, Eric? Let go!"

I was caught between the two men. I could sense their tension escalating rapidly.

We were at a restaurant, and it was lunch hour. Their commotion drew the attention of several onlookers, and I didn't want to be the center of their attention. Thoug

Chapter 11 No Room for a Third Party in My Marriage