Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Across the internet and various other media, there is a clamor to find a certain woman. The articles do not explicitly mention who this woman is, but I know because the person in those articles is me.

The woman everyone is searching for is me, because Enzo had once declared to everyone that he is married and have a daughter during Min's birthday party. Although I didn't attend that event, no one there saw my face, and I had thought that if I didn't show up, they wouldn't care about those who weren't present. Unexpectedly, they are looking for me, just to find out who I am, my background, education, and level of beauty.

I read the comments online, some speculate that if I am Enzo Robert's wife, then I must be a model or a famous actress. Others think that Enzo Robert's wife could be a successful businesswoman, an heiress, a researcher, a doctor, a singer, a fashion designer...

I find it quite amusing to read those comments, but unfortunately, none of them have guessed my actual profession; I am just an ordinary office worker, and there's nothing particularly special about me as those comments suggest.

I privately think that I probably shouldn't appear in front of the media as Enzo Robert's wife. I believe they would mock and feel disappointed if I am just an ordinary woman unlike the other celebrities. Suddenly, I have gone from being an unremarkable person to the center of attention for everyone recently, all because Enzo had announced his marriage and child.

I feel a sense of discomfort whenever I recall Enzo's words. Just as he said, I am quite ordinary, despite my higher education. But when compared to Enzo, there's no way I could measure up. He is so much more capable than me, which he had never revealed to me before.

If Enzo were just an ordinary man, he couldn't possibly manage a large corporation like that. I sigh and mutter to myself, "I should go out and find a job instead of just waiting at home."

I haven't been working for a few months now, and I am feeling trapped and exhausted. Sometimes, I even feel insecure, not feeling worthy to stand next to Enzo. Even the household staff can speak two languages at once, and they often use them to say things I can't understand. Of course, I know they are doing it on purpose, as if I don't understand, I can't interfere.

I wait for Enzo to return and talk about this...

During dinner, the three of us are at the table, and I subtly glance at Enzo's expression.

Feeling that he isn't the least bit angry, he speaks, "I want to go out and find a suitable job."

Before I can finish, Enzo interrupts, "No, I won't allow it."

He wipes his mouth with a napkin and gazes at me, his eyes cold and icy, devoid of any affection:

"You are my wife, don't embarrass me. What will people think when they hear that Enzo Robert's wife is just an ordinary woman doing menial jobs? I won't allow that to happen."

"What? You can call me ordinary, but you have no right to call my jobs menial. Those are jobs that earn money and are legal. I do those jobs, so what's wrong with that?" I retort, annoyed and indignant.

Enzo shakes his head, sighs, and stands up, his face truly displeasing to look at, as I am boiling with anger and frustration. Yet, Min is still sitting here, witnessing everything, and I don't want the image of a good mother to shatter in her eyes.

"Mom, why do you want to work?" Min asks.

I sigh, "Everyone born into this world needs a job, not just to earn money but also to have a place in society. But you don't need to understand this right now."

Min falls silent for a moment and then suddenly speaks up, "But Dad said you only need to be a good wife and a good mother, you don't need to work. We have so much money, your salary wouldn't make a difference in sending me to my current school."

I'm taken aback, looking at Min in disbelief. I feel a lump in my throat; I try to remain calm as I ask, "Who told you that? Enzo?"

"Those ladies over there said it," Min points to the women behind. They are the household staff who had spoken ill of me before, but at that time, I didn't let it affect me. But I never expected them to say such foolish things to a child, my child. They have indeed underestimated me.

I was furious, walking up and slapping them straight across the face. Each person standing there received a slap from me. I had no respect for anyone at that moment, regardless of Min's trembling fear, as she had never seen me so angry before.

The other servants seemed to resist, but I didn't allow them to put up a fight and continued to strike them.

"You all are outrageous, talking behind my back. I used to ignore it and let it go, but now you say such things to a child. Who do you think you are?!" I exclaimed.

Just as I was about to raise my hand to strike again, Enzo looked at me and furrowed his brows.

"What are you doing? What's with this violent behavior?" he questioned.

I was about to explain that they had been speaking ill of me to Min, but one of the servants approached Enzo and reported what I was doing.

"Sir, the lady suddenly went mad and attacked us for no reason. Perhaps she's upset because you didn't allow her to go out to work," the servant said.

"What? Is it because..." I felt she was distorting the truth and wanted to explain, but unexpectedly, Enzo didn't give me a chance to clarify.

He furrowed his brows even more, looking at me with annoyance. "Look at your ridiculous actions. Acting like a thug in front of our daughter. It's disgraceful, Flora. Today, you've caused trouble for so many people."

With that, he gave me a scornful glance and walked away, as if my presence in his eyes was something ugly and insignificant. I stopped my crude actions and looked at Min, who was shrinking in fear. I sighed and said, "Keep eating, dear. Mommy will go rest for a while."

She nodded, but perhaps due to the fear I had instilled, she didn't dare do or say anything.

In our bedroom, Enzo had been spending nights outside for the past few days, not returning home. I didn't concern myself with whether he had a lover or was having an affair. I simply didn't want to meet his sexual needs.

However, Enzo's absence didn't mean I couldn't seek a new job. I didn't care what others said about me. In their eyes, I was already despicable.

"Let's find a new job."

Even though my life was envied by many women—marrying the CEO of the DIZ Corporation, having a daughter, and living in a luxurious mansion with servants—I was not content. I never wanted this kind of life. It was indeed wealthy, but... it came with pressure and exhaustion.

I wrote my CV and sent it to several recruiters. Now, I just needed to wait for their responses. I didn't want to confine my youth in the gilded cage Enzo had created.

Min was still new to this lifestyle, but I knew she enjoyed it. Children always loved shiny and beautiful things. She could have so much more here. Enzo wasn't entirely irresponsible as a father, but I had always felt our relationship was abnormal.

I didn't message Enzo or ask why he wasn't coming home. I didn't want to follow the typical pattern of wives when their husbands were absent. I felt more comfortable being alone, having a bed and room to myself, without that man's touch.

Soon enough, a law firm accepted me after reviewing my CV. I began to embrace new and refreshing days. Fortunately, my business attire was always ready in my closet, and of course, I wouldn't let Enzo know I had returned to work. Even if I told him, he would simply belittle my job.

However, what I didn't expect was that at the new company, I encountered a man who had once helped me – Roy. When he saw me, Roy seemed surprised. We greeted each other like old friends, even though his help hadn't amounted to much. But now, I had gained another friend.

Roy smiled warmly at me and asked, "Why did you choose to work here?"

I smiled back, a bit shy, unable to tell him that I didn't want to stay at home, so I had to find a new job.

"I left my old job because it wasn't suitable, and coincidentally, I was accepted here."

"I see, well, then we'll be colleagues from now on," Roy said, shaking my hand with a cheerful tone.

Returning to work made me feel comfortable and full of vitality.