CHAPTER 253: MY WIFE WILL DIVORCE ME

"Boss!"

The door flew open so violently it hit the wall, and Henry burst inside like a man being chased by the apocalypse.

Daniel slowly lifted his gaze from the document he was signing, expression flat, watching his assistant bend over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

"You know," Daniel began dryly, "my desk and your office are separated by what... eight steps?"

Henry wheezed. "T-ten, sir— if you count the corner—"

Daniel raised a brow. "And you’re panting like you ran a marathon. Are you not exercising, Henry?"

Henry straightened immediately, fixing his posture as if that would erase the dramatic entrance he had just made.

"I— I do exercise, boss! Every morning!" he insisted... far too quickly.

Daniel’s lips twitched faintly. "Running from your problems doesn’t count."

Henry choked on air.

"I— I don’t run from my problems, sir!"

"You just sprinted into my office like one was chasing you."

Henry opened his mouth... then closed it again, realizing he had no comeback.

Daniel slowly leaned back in his chair.

"Alright," he sighed, amused. "What happened now? And if it isn’t urgent, Henry... I’m deducting your dramatic entrance from your salary."

Henry’s soul visibly left his body.

"Boss, look at this!" Henry practically launched himself to Daniel’s side, shoving his phone inches from his face.

Daniel gave him a deadpan stare before lowering his gaze to the screen. His brows knitted together the second he read the message.

"She’s asking to meet you?" he muttered.

Henry looked like his soul had been torched. "What should I do, boss?! My wife will divorce me! She’ll take the house! She’ll even take our only child"

"You have a child?" Daniel asked.

"Yes Pluto our dog. He is out only son boss and I don’t want to be the abondoned one"

Daniel cleared his throat loudly.

Henry snapped his mouth shut but continued silently weeping like a man who had accepted his fate.

The message was from none other than Florest123—Fiona’s fake account.

Initially, Daniel had ignored her online advances. He found them annoying, especially knowing what Fiona had done to Anna. But after that... he changed his approach.

If Fiona wanted to play games online?

He would play too.

Just long enough to show her reality.

So when he finally accepted her friend request, he gave the entire task to Henry—because:

Fiona was too clingy and dramatic for Daniel’s patience.

Daniel absolutely did not want his wife suspecting him of chatting with some random woman online.

Henry was the perfect human shield.

Daniel sighed, rubbing his temple. "Remind me, Henry... who told you to reply to her messages in emojis?"

Henry sniffled. "Y-you did, boss..."

"And who told you to keep the conversation vague so she stays hooked?"

"You again, boss..."

"And who told you to block her twice and then unblock her so she thinks you’re hard to get?"

Henry blinked. "...Boss, that was also you."

Daniel nodded with complete seriousness. "Exactly. So why are you acting like I’m sending you into battle?"

"BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO MEET!" Henry wailed. "IN PERSON, BOSS! MY FACE IS NOT MYSTERIOUS ENOUGH FOR THIS ROLE!"

Daniel stared at him. "...Henry, you only send her pre-typed messages. You haven’t even shown your face."

"EXACTLY! WHAT IF SHE FINDS OUT? WHAT IF SHE TRACKS ME? WHAT IF—"

"Henry," Daniel cut in calmly, "just tell her you’re out of the country."

Henry paused... then brightened. "Yes. Yes! That works!"

Daniel leaned back, folding his arms. "And Henry?"

"Yes, boss?"

"If my wife hears even a whisper of this, you are out of the country."

Henry’s soul left his body for the second time that day.

Henry stood stiffly, clutching his phone like it was a live bomb. Daniel closed the file in front of him with a soft click—a sound Henry had learned to associate with incoming doom.

"Alright, Henry," Daniel said, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled with calculated calm. "Since she wants to meet... we’ll use that to our advantage."

Henry’s eyes widened in horror. "Boss—no. No, no, no. I am married. Happily. With a wife who throws chappals at me if I even smile at a female cashier."

Daniel’s lips twitched. "Relax. You’re not meeting her."

Henry exhaled in relief, only for Daniel to continue:

"But you will lead her on."

Henry choked. "Boss—why?"

Daniel tapped his fingers on the desk. "Fiona thinks she can use ’Florest123’ to manipulate people. So we’re going to feed her just enough attention to see what she’s plotting."

Henry blinked. "Boss... is this legal?"

Daniel stared flatly. "Are you planning to commit a crime?"

"No!"

"Then it’s legal."

Henry nodded weakly. That made absolutely no sense, but he wasn’t brave enough to argue.

"Here are your instructions," Daniel said, raising a finger.

Henry straightened, mentally preparing to write on an invisible board.

"One—tell her you’re not in town."

"Okay, boss."

"Two—mention you’ll be back in a few days... but keep the date changing."

Henry frowned. "Why?"

Daniel arched a brow. "Because desperate people become careless when waiting."

Henry gulped. "Right..."

"Three—if she asks personal questions, redirect her."

"Redirect... how?"

Daniel smirked. "Send her a random quote from a self-help book."

Henry blinked. "A self-help book?"

Daniel nodded. "Preferably something dramatic like... ’Sometimes distance protects us from the fire we’re meant to walk through.’"

Henry stared. "Boss... that’s so deep."

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. "Henry, I found that on a coffee mug."

Henry coughed violently.

"And lastly," Daniel said, voice dropping to a dangerously calm tone, "keep your involvement a secret."

Daniel gave him a knowing look and Henry nodded hysterically before doing everything he said.

"Done!"

Henry let out a long, suffering sigh, then forced a triumphant smile — the kind of smile a man wears right before accepting his doom.

"Boss... how long do I have to play this role you assigned me?" he asked, voice trembling with both fear and resignation.

He shuddered dramatically.

"Every night my wife catches me typing on my phone, she gives me the look, boss. THE LOOK." He pressed a hand to his chest. "Do you know what that does to a man?"

Daniel didn’t even blink. "Yes. It means she’s paying attention."

Henry’s eyes nearly popped out. "Boss, attention is fine! Suspicion is not! I’m going to lose my marriage if this continues."

Daniel leaned back, utterly unmoved. "Tell her it’s work-related."

"I did," Henry groaned. "But she thought that meant I was having an affair at work!"

Daniel’s expression didn’t change. "Maybe you should improve communication in your marriage."

"Boss..." Henry looked emotionally wounded. "You are the communication problem."

Daniel’s brows lifted slightly. "I’m your employer, Henry. Not your marriage counselor."

Henry sighed again — deeply, dramatically — like someone preparing to be sacrificed for the greater good.

"So," he pressed, voice small, "how long do I have to keep pretending to be... mysterious and attractive online?"

Daniel’s lips quirked at the corner.

"Until I say stop."

Henry’s soul left his body for the third time that morning.