The President's Secret Wife by Josephine

Chapter 002 I’ve Loved You for Ten Years, You Fool
Jenny felt somewhat hurt inside.
She clenched her hands and said lightly, “Let’s not talk about him. He’s found someone he loves, ready to get remarried.
“Remarried? He was married?”
The answer took Barret a little by surprise.
They had been married and lived together for two years, and she still loved that man better than him even if that man had been
married?
Jenny nodded gently. “Yes, he was forced by his family to marry someone he doesn’t love, and now that the girl he loves is back,
they will get married soon.”
Barret was quite exasperated when he heard that.
“So, he’s quite a scumbag, doing such terrible things to two girls at the same time. A man like that is not worthy of your love. Find
another man to love if you have the chance and you’ll be happier.”
Jenny nodded. “I think so too.”
But what could she do?
Now she had loved him for ten years.
Those ten years seemed so long and distant that it was almost her entire youth.
No, she couldn’t find another man. She would have already done so if she could.
Some love could never be removed once it had taken root and sprouted.
“Barret, I’ve loved you for ten years, you know? I love no other man than you, just you,” Jenny clenched her hands and said over
and over in her mind secretly.
And Barret knitted his brows in a deep frown.

He looked over at Jenny thoughtfully.
“Jenny,” suddenly, he said.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing.”
Barret shook his head.
What was he thinking?
For a moment just now, he actually thought the man Jenny talked about was sort of like him.
But quickly, he denied it.
He remembered that when they got married, Jenny said that she had loved that man for eight years.
But they had only known each other for four years then, so it could never have been him.
It was someone else.
When Barret left, Jenny rushed to the bin to find the pregnancy report.
Then she flattened it out on the table and put it away carefully.
She was getting so uncomfortable that it felt like every breath she took hurt, and she lay in bed, drifting off to sleep for a while.
Then her phone rang.
“Hello!” Jenny was sleepy, so her voice was nasal and soft, sounding pitiful for some reason.
“Still in bed?” Barret’s voice came, gentle as ever.
“Yeah, I just woke up.”
“It’s almost lunchtime. Remember to get up and eat. I’ve handed Carey the present, and he’ll deliver it later.”
“The present? What present?” Waking up from her sleep, Jenny had deliberately forgotten a lot of things.

“The present for our second wedding anniversary. Even though I asked for a divorce this morning, I’ll remember who I am and do
my duty since it hasn’t been finalized yet. I’ll give you what you should have as my wife.”
And lo and behold, that was Barret.
He was always so gentle and considerate as if he were perfect and flawless.
How nice he was!
He was really nice, except that he didn’t love her.
She was lost in thought when Barret’s voice came again. “I’m sorry, but there was a hiccup, so I’m giving you a different present.”
“I see!” Jenny nodded with mixed feelings.
Now that they were about to get divorced, she felt that it was a bit ironic to get this so-called anniversary present.
After hanging up, Jenny had just gotten up and changed her clothes when Carey arrived.
He handed the present in his hands to Jenny respectfully. “Madam, this is for you from Mr. Smith.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The present was packaged in such a beautifully chic fashion that Jenny could tell it was a famous brand at first glance.
Although she knew it was not the present she had been expecting, Jenny opened it with her own hands.
She smiled silently when she saw the ruby necklace and earrings.
Barret was making it up to her, wasn’t he?
He failed to give her the present of her choice, so he chose to spend a fortune on a whole set of expensive jewelry for her.
Last month, she went to a jewelry auction with him, where she saw a pair of jasper earrings that really matched the jade bracelet
Grandpa had given her. They were so green and beautiful that she fell in love with them at first sight.
Barret could see how much she loved them and offered, “If you like them, I’ll take them.”
“No, they’re too expensive.”

After all, they were in a contractual marriage and she didn’t want him to spend that much money on her.
“It’s our second anniversary soon. Just think of it as a present from me, and if you like, you can just give me a present in return.”
And so she had been expecting it.
Unexpectedly, she didn’t get it since he had asked for a divorce.
Maybe God also thought that they were not meant for each other and it was time for them to part.
A present in return?
She had prepared a present for him with love, but he didn’t want it.
Thinking that, Jenny immediately stopped Carey and said, “I made the cake myself. Take it to him for me!”
Carey paused as Barret’s words rang in his mind, “I don’t have a sweet tooth. If she asks you to bring me a cake, just say no.”
Looking at Jenny, Carey couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
After hesitating for a while, he told her the truth, “Mr. Smith said he doesn’t like sweets. He knows you have a sweet tooth and
wants you to eat it.”
Jenny clenched her hands, almost losing her balance.
When Carey left, she carried the cake all the way back to her room.
She was so weak that she slid down the door panel bit by bit to the floor, and her tears hit the floor in big drops.
She was so heartbroken.
She had always known that Barret didn’t like cream or cakes that were too sweet.
That was why she had made this cake herself, low in fat and sugar. It just had a hint of creamy flavor, not sweet at all.
And there was no cream, just the cake base.
But he wouldn’t even try a bite.

Jenny opened the box of the cake and smiled bitterly, looking at the family of three carefully drawn on it.
Then, she suddenly reached out her hand and grabbed some of the cake to eat like crazy.
With her head down and her image completely disregarded, she ate it desperately and frantically.
The cake was so big that when she was halfway through it, she threw up.
After throwing up, she picked up the cake and went back to eating it.
Tears were streaming down her face as she ate.
With the salty tears mixed with the cake, she couldn’t tell what it tasted like. She just knew she had to finish it.
She didn’t stop until she had eaten the whole cake.
But immediately afterwards, she was in the bathroom throwing up and having diarrhea. Her stomach hurt so much that she rolled
around, feeling that she was dying.
No one in the world knew that she was allergic to eggs except her mother.
She just ate cream and never ate cake bases on her birthdays.
But this time, she had finished the whole cake.
She told herself that she would never do anything so frantically and recklessly for Barret again.
After throwing up, she burst into tears.
She pressed her lips as hard as she could to stop herself from making a sound so that no one outside would hear her.
“Baby, I’m sorry. Mummy didn’t get to keep Daddy.”
“Daddy doesn’t love Mummy. He loves someone else. Although I wish he could stay, I can’t be that selfish.”
“Baby, you must be strong. Mummy can bring you up well on my own.”
Suddenly, her phone rang.
It was Barret.

Jenny immediately wiped away her tears, gathered herself and answered calmly, “Hello.”
“You got the present, right? Do you like it?”
“Yes, I love it. Thank you!”
“The red color suits you well and you’ll look good with it.” After a pause, Barret said, “I won’t come home tonight.”
Suddenly, Laura’s warm, soft voice came. “Barret, have you told her yet? Come on, the candlelit dinner is...”