At the Auction, My Husband Went All-In for His Secretary’s Favor Novel – This weekend, my husband and I were invited to a charity auction. During the auction, my husband’s secretary and I both had our eyes on the same oil painting. I was about to compete fairly when my husband engaged in blank check bidding for his secretary in front of me. “Daisy Mitchell, you’re just a dog my family keeps.
What right do you have to compete with me?” Just as everyone else began to give up bidding, I snapped my fingers at the auctioneer. “However high Voss goes, I’ll go… one buck higher.” As soon as the words were out, all the guests at the auction turned to look at me. After a moment, the room erupted in laughter.
“This woman must be out of her mind. She’s trying to compete for her husband’s things—does she have money to waste?” “She’s not just crazy, she’s completely brainless. She’s just an eye candy, and now she’s daring to challenge Mr. Voss openly. She really doesn’t know her place.” “I heard that Mr. Voss has kept an eye candy in his house for years.
I can’t believe I’m seeing it here.” As the chatter around me grew louder, Dorian Voss’s face darkened. The next second, he suddenly stood up and pointed at me, cursing. “You’re spending my family’s money, how dare you compete with me?” I leaned back calmly in my chair and looked at him indifferently.
“Dorian Voss, I’m your wife, correct your tone please.” “Why should I give up something I want just for someone else?” “Besides, I’ve never spent a penny of your family’s money, don’t just say things like that.” As I spoke, my expression suddenly turned cold. Dorian Voss’s face turned bright red when he heard my words. “Mitchell, haven’t I told you before? When we’re outside, call me Mr. Voss.” “You’re just a dog my family keeps.
We have nothing to do with each other!” I sighed, my gaze locked on him. “Mr. Voss, are you seriously going to compete with me over this little secretary today?” Actually, as soon as I entered the auction, I realized something was wrong. Logically speaking, as Dorian Voss’s wife, I should have been sitting next to him, but instead, I was placed in the corner. Even so, I tolerated it because, after all, Mr. Voss’s father had always been nice to me, and he would occasionally invite me to play chess.