I Ate the Secretary's Leftover Cake, Husband Demanded Divorce

Brett Sanchez's junior secretary liked to play pranks. One time, while I was in the shower, she planted a dead rat to scare me out onto the balcony, then locked the door behind me. I spent three days out there wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. I screamed for help, and no one came. By the time they let me back in, I was starving. I saw a leftover cake on the table, still sitting out from the night before, and I wolfed down a bite. Brett shot me an icy look. "Let's get a divorce." I lifted my swollen, red eyes to him. "Just because I ate one bite of cake?" "That's right." In front of everyone, Brett forced me to sign the divorce papers. He also demanded that I walk away with nothing. Everyone spoke up for me. "Brett, it was your junior secretary who locked your wife out on the balcony in the first place." "She was trapped out there for three days. What's wrong with her eating a bite of cake?" Brett's voice was cold. "If it isn't hers, she has no right to touch it."