My Husband's Secretary Posted Their Venice Kiss on Social Media

I saw the text message on my husband Fu Nanzhou's phone—he had booked a luxury ten-day European trip for National Day. I smiled. He always loved playing these mysterious surprise games.

But when National Day came, the surprise never arrived. He told me he had to travel for business. Instead, I saw a post on his secretary's social media: 【A lover's kiss under Venice's Bridge of Sighs—you kissed my lips and won my heart】

The attached photo showed Fu Nanzhou and his secretary Qiao An intimately kissing. I saved the photo and sent it to the Fu family group chat: Congratulations on getting a new daughter-in-law.

Chapter 1

The Fu family group chat exploded. Everyone popped up one after another:

My mother-in-law: "Luo Luo, is this some misunderstanding?"

Fu Nanzhou's cousin: "My brother really knows how to have fun."

His aunt immediately tagged the cousin: "Children, don't talk nonsense."

His sister: "This woman looks so familiar..."

Fu Nanzhou's female cousin: "Brother's secretary, right? That Qiao An."

Everyone fell silent. After a while, Fu Nanzhou posted in the group: "Qiao An lost a truth or dare game and had to post a kissing photo. I'm her boss and couldn't bear to let the young lady be embarrassed, so I helped her out. Everyone, please disperse."

Fu Nanzhou's call quickly came to my phone: "Luo Luo, can you not be so childish? How could you post such photos in the family group? You know the Fu family is a large, traditional family. Grandpa and Grandma are very traditional. Quickly delete the photos."

My tone was flat: "Can't these photos be seen? I think they're well-taken, and the caption is nicely written."

Fu Nanzhou's tone became impatient: "I said it was a game from her losing truth or dare. Why are you making a big deal over a young girl?"

I straightened up, my tone serious: "She kissed my husband. Of course, I'm going to make a big deal. In suspicious circumstances, if you didn't have those intentions, you wouldn't have allowed her to do this. Fu Nanzhou, I hope you don't make a mistake."

His voice softened: "Fine, I'll be more careful next time. When I come back from my business trip, I'll bring you a gift."

I checked the time and asked him: "How many days until you're back from your trip?"

He gave me the timeframe—exactly matching the ten-day tour dates from the travel agency. Fu Nanzhou had finally betrayed our marriage.

A few days later, Fu Nanzhou returned. I went to the airport to pick him up. Not because I'm clingy—today was the Fu family gathering, and we had to appear together as a couple.

Fu Nanzhou pushed out a cart of luggage, with Qiao An clinging to him like a little bird. When she saw me, Qiao An timidly stepped back: "Mrs. Fu."

Fu Nanzhou gently put his arm around me and kissed my cheek: "Sorry for making you work hard, honey." His breath still carried a woman's fragrance—he had probably just finished kissing someone.

I turned my head away and saw a faint red mark on his shirt collar. I remained silent.

Fu Nanzhou looked completely at ease: "Honey, let's drop off Qiao An first, then go home together." As he spoke, he casually opened the passenger door, explaining that Qiao An got carsick.

Qiao An sat in the passenger seat and glanced at me, her expression cautious: "President Fu, maybe I should take a taxi myself."

Fu Nanzhou held my hand, his tone domineering: "You're a young girl alone at night—it's dangerous. Taking you is on our way."

On our way? It was more than ten kilometers out of the way, but if you say it's on our way, then it's on our way.

My gaze met Qiao An's in the rearview mirror—clashing swords, with mutual understanding and a woman's intuition.

I lowered my eyes and spoke softly: "Was it just the two of you on this business trip?"

Fu Nanzhou downplayed it: "No, other colleagues took different flights."

Before getting out of the car, Qiao An handed me a box, tilting her head: "Mrs. Fu, this is my gift for you. President Fu said you like shawls. I hope you like it. I'm just not sure if the color is right."

Fu Nanzhou chuckled lightly: "Luo Luo is older, not like you young girls who like playful colors. It's perfect."

Hearing this, my throat tightened slightly, and I sighed softly.

Chapter 2

As soon as the car door closed, I sat up straight, moving further from Fu Nanzhou.

He frowned: "What's wrong?"

I handed him a mirror, letting him see for himself. He quickly noticed the lipstick mark and frowned slightly, but explained to me: "When we got off the plane, Qiao An lost her balance. I helped her up—it must have happened then."

I took a deep breath and looked at him sideways, with some hurt and something hard to express: "Nanzhou, we've been married for seven years. In the past, there were never incidents where secretaries 'lost their balance' and rubbed lipstick on you. When did it start having female secretaries who accidentally spray perfume on you or leave lipstick marks?"

He was silent for a moment, then said apologetically: "Fine, I'll be more careful in the future."

I held my breath inside. Although ours was a business marriage, we had dated for two years before getting married—it wasn't without feelings. Seven years of marriage, and now it felt like it was ending.

Before we got out of the car to meet the Fu family, he grabbed my arm, his expression somewhat serious: "Are you angry? Why? Because I didn't accompany you during National Day and went on a business trip with my secretary?"

"When did you become so unreasonable? Acting like a spoiled little girl."

"You know Fu Corporation is at a critical transformation stage. I really don't have time to guess your feelings. I flew abroad and worked for ten days. I'm really tired."

"You need to be a proper Mrs. Fu, not someone who wears their emotions on their face like this."

I listened quietly to his lecture. When we entered the Fu family villa, everyone was already there. Grandpa Fu sat in the main seat, and as the head of the family, his words carried weight.

As soon as we entered, his sharp eyes landed on me. I smiled and went forward to pay my respects, calling out "Grandpa" warmly.

Grandpa Fu nodded at me, then looked at Fu Nanzhou: "Nanzhou, come to my study after dinner. I need to talk to you about the company's recent situation."

Fu Nanzhou respectfully agreed: "Yes, Grandpa."

Dinner was a lively affair. The Fu family had many members, and the long dining table was filled with chatter. I sat in my designated position as the hostess, gracefully pouring tea and serving dishes.

Qiao An's gaze occasionally fell on me, with provocation and pride that she didn't bother to hide. I remained calm, ignoring her provocation.

After the meal, the men went to the study to discuss business, while the women gathered in the living room to chat. My mother-in-law pulled me aside and asked softly: "Luo Luo, what's going on with that photo in the group chat?"

I smiled lightly: "Mom, it's nothing. Nanzhou's secretary lost a game and had to post a kissing photo. Nanzhou helped her out as her boss."

My mother-in-law looked at me skeptically: "Really? But that photo looked quite intimate. You and Nanzhou have been married for so many years. You should know your place."

I understood her meaning—the Fu family valued reputation above all. They wouldn't tolerate any scandal that could affect the family's image.

"I understand, Mom. I trust Nanzhou," I said obediently.

My mother-in-law seemed satisfied with my answer and patted my hand: "That's good. The Fu family needs stability now. Don't create unnecessary trouble."

I nodded with a smile, but my heart felt cold. This marriage, which had lasted seven years, seemed to have reached its end.

Chapter 3

That night, Fu Nanzhou came home late. The scent of another woman's perfume still lingered on him. I didn't say anything, just quietly packed my luggage.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching me.

"I'm going back to my parents' home for a few days," I said calmly.

He frowned: "Why suddenly? Did I say something wrong today? I was just worried about Grandpa's reaction to the photo."

I shook my head: "It's not because of that. I just think we both need some time to think."

"Think about what?" he asked, confused.

I looked at him seriously: "Think about our marriage, think about what we both want."

Fu Nanzhou seemed not to understand what I meant. He thought I was just being emotional after seeing that photo. He came over and hugged me from behind: "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable today. But Qiao An is really just my secretary. There's nothing between us."

I pushed his hand away: "Nanzhou, I'm not a fool. I know what I saw."

His expression darkened: "What do you mean by that? Are you suspecting me?"

I turned to face him: "I'm not suspecting anything. I'm just stating a fact."

"What fact?" he asked, his voice rising.

"The fact that you've been lying to me," I said calmly. "That European trip was never a business trip. You went on vacation with Qiao An."

Fu Nanzhou's face turned pale: "How did you know?"

I showed him the travel agency's confirmation email on my phone: "I saw this message on your phone. You thought you deleted it, but it was still in your trash folder."

He looked at the email, speechless for a moment, then tried to explain: "It's not what you think. Qiao An has been having a hard time lately, and I just wanted to cheer her up..."

"By taking her on a luxury European vacation?" I interrupted coldly. "Fu Nanzhou, do you take me for a fool?"

His expression became complicated: "Luo Luo, I..."

"Save it," I said, picking up my suitcase. "I need some time alone to think. Don't contact me for now."

I walked out of the home we had shared for seven years without looking back. Fu Nanzhou didn't try to stop me. Perhaps he knew that any explanation now would be useless.

Chapter 4

I went to stay at my parents' home. My mother was worried when she saw me with luggage: "Luo Luo, what happened? Did you and Nanzhou have a fight?"

I shook my head: "It's more complicated than that, Mom."

My father, who had been quiet, spoke up: "If it's about what I saw in the family group, you did the right thing. The Fu family values their reputation, but that doesn't mean you have to tolerate disrespect."

I nodded gratefully. At least my family understood and supported me.

That night, I received a message from Qiao An: 【Mrs. Fu, can we talk?】

I ignored it. I had nothing to say to the woman who was having an affair with my husband.

The next day, Fu Nanzhou came to my parents' home. My father received him in the study while my mother kept me company in the living room.

I could hear their muffled voices through the door—Fu Nanzhou was trying to explain, while my father's voice was firm and serious.

After what felt like a long time, Fu Nanzhou came out of the study. His expression was tired, and he looked at me pleadingly: "Luo Luo, can we talk?"

I followed him out to the garden. The autumn air was cool, and fallen leaves crunched under our feet.

"I've broken up with Qiao An," he said abruptly. "I realized I made a mistake. Our marriage means more to me than some fleeting attraction."

I looked at him calmly: "Is that what your grandfather said, or what you truly believe?"

He looked uncomfortable: "Both. Grandpa was furious when he found out. He said if this affected the company's reputation, he would remove me as heir."

So it was about the inheritance, not genuine regret. I almost laughed.

"I see," I said coolly. "So this is about protecting your position, not about saving our marriage."

"No, Luo Luo, that's not it..." he tried to explain.

I held up my hand: "Save it. Fu Nanzhou, I need time to think. I'm not ready to make any decisions right now."

He looked like he wanted to argue more, but my father appeared at the door: "Nanzhou, that's enough for today. Luo Luo needs rest."

Reluctantly, Fu Nanzhou left. My father put his arm around my shoulders: "Whatever you decide, your mother and I will support you."

Tears finally fell—my parents' unconditional love meant everything to me.

Chapter 5

The next few days were peaceful. I stayed at my parents' home, enjoying the quiet I hadn't experienced in years. My mother cooked all my favorite dishes, and my father shared stories about his work.

On the third day, I received a call from Fu Nanzhou's secretary—not Qiao An, but a new one.

"Mrs. Fu," she said nervously, "President Fu asked me to tell you that he's been admitted to the hospital."

"What happened?" I asked, surprised.

"He had a car accident this morning. He's in surgery now."

Despite everything, I couldn't help but worry. I rushed to the hospital. Fu Nanzhou was still in surgery when I arrived. His mother was there, looking worried.

"Luo Luo," she said when she saw me, "thank you for coming."

"How is he?" I asked.

"The doctors say it's serious, but they're doing their best," she replied.

We waited anxiously outside the operating room. Hours passed like years. Finally, the surgeon came out.

"The surgery was successful," he said. "He's stable now, but he'll need time to recover."

We all breathed a sigh of relief. When I saw Fu Nanzhou in the hospital room, connected to machines and bandaged, my heart ached despite myself.

He opened his eyes when I approached his bedside: "Luo Luo... you came..."

His voice was weak, filled with pain and something else—guilt, perhaps.

"I'm here," I said softly, taking his hand. "Don't try to talk. You need to rest."

His eyes filled with tears: "I'm sorry... for everything..."

I squeezed his hand: "Focus on getting better. We can talk when you're well."

In the following days, I stayed by his side, helping him recover. His mother watched us with a complicated expression, probably wondering about the future of our marriage.

One evening, when we were alone, Fu Nanzhou said: "Luo Luo, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I want to try. I want to save our marriage."

I looked at him: "Why now, Nanzhou? Because you almost died? Or because you're afraid of losing your position in the family?"

He looked down: "Both, I suppose. But mostly because I realized how much I love you. I was a fool to risk what we have for something meaningless."

I remained silent. His words sounded sincere, but could I trust him again?

Chapter 6

During Fu Nanzhou's recovery, Qiao An tried to contact me several times. I ignored all her attempts. Finally, she showed up at the hospital.

"Mrs. Fu," she said, "I need to talk to you."

I stepped outside the room with her: "What do you want?"

"I'm pregnant," she said bluntly. "It's Nanzhou's child."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I managed to keep my voice steady: "Are you sure?"

"Of course," she said, a triumphant look in her eyes. "What will you do now? The Fu family needs an heir."

I looked at her coldly: "Even if what you say is true, it changes nothing. Fu Nanzhou and I are still married."

"For now," she said smugly. "But not for long, once they find out about the baby."

I went back into the room, my mind racing. Should I tell Fu Nanzhou? Or wait until he was stronger?

That night, I couldn't sleep. Finally, I decided to tell him the next morning.

When I arrived at the hospital, I found Qiao An already there, talking to Fu Nanzhou's mother.

"Mrs. Fu," Qiao An said when she saw me, "I was just telling your mother-in-law the good news."

My mother-in-law looked at me, her expression unreadable: "Is it true, Luo Luo? Is Nanzhou going to be a father?"

I looked at Fu Nanzhou, who looked guilty but didn't deny it.

I took a deep breath: "I think we should discuss this privately."

"No," my mother-in-law said firmly. "This concerns the Fu family's future. We all need to talk."

What followed was a painful conversation. Qiao An proudly announced her pregnancy, while Fu Nanzhou admitted to the affair but insisted it meant nothing.

"This child means nothing to me," he said. "My marriage to Luo Luo is what matters."

But the damage was done. My mother-in-law, despite her traditional values, seemed more concerned about the heir than my feelings.

"Think about what's best for the family," she said to me. "The Fu family needs continuity."

I looked at her, then at Fu Nanzhou, then at Qiao An's triumphant face. Something inside me broke.

"I understand," I said calmly. "The Fu family comes first."

That day, I filed for divorce.

Chapter 7

The divorce proceedings were messy. Fu Nanzhou tried to stop me, begging for another chance, but I had made up my mind.

My family supported my decision completely. My father even hired the best lawyers to ensure I got a fair settlement.

In the end, I walked away with a substantial alimony and shares in Fu Corporation. More importantly, I walked away with my dignity intact.

Six months later, I heard that Fu Nanzhou had married Qiao An in a quiet ceremony. The Fu family had accepted the situation, prioritizing the heir over everything else.

I had moved to a new city and started my own business. It was challenging, but I was finally living for myself.

One day, I received a call from an unknown number. It was Fu Nanzhou.

"Luo Luo," he said, his voice strained. "I made a terrible mistake. Qiao An wasn't pregnant. She lied to trap me into marriage."

I wasn't surprised. "I know," I said calmly.

"You knew?" he sounded shocked.

"Her story had too many inconsistencies," I explained. "Plus, I did some investigating of my own."

"I'm such a fool," he said, his voice filled with regret.

"Yes, you were," I agreed. "But you're not the only one. I was foolish too—for staying so long in a marriage that had already ended."

We talked for a long time that night. There was no going back, but we found some closure.

Chapter 8

A year after my divorce, I met someone new. He was kind, honest, and most importantly, he respected me.

We took things slow, building trust gradually. When he finally proposed, I said yes.

On our wedding day, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back was stronger, wiser, and truly happy for the first time in years.

My father walked me down the aisle. At the end, he kissed my cheek and whispered: "You deserve this happiness, sweetheart."

As I exchanged vows with my new husband, I knew I had made the right choice. Sometimes, ending something is the only way to begin anew.

Looking at the guests, I saw Fu Nanzhou standing at the back. Our eyes met, and he gave me a small nod—a silent acknowledgment, a wish for my happiness.

I smiled back, then turned my attention to my future. The past was behind me, and ahead lay endless possibilities.

Life had taught me that sometimes the hardest endings lead to the most beautiful beginnings.

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