After the Divorce: I Saw the Dawn

"Javier, you're here just in time. Help me carry my bag," Jackson said with a smile.

He was nothing like the gentleman he appeared to be and always used work-related matters to undermine me and boss me around.

Once, he deliberately made me send incorrect information to another artist. As a result, I was rebuked.

Meanwhile, he managed to distance himself entirely from the situation.

I complained to Clara, but she didn't believe me at all and kept saying that Jackson was not that kind of bad guy.

"I'm not free," I refused coldly.

"Hey, don't be so petty. What happened last night was just an act, so don't take it to heart."

Jackson narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "I won't tell anyone that your wife's lips are very soft and sweet."

My face couldn't help but darken.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming frustration and pent-up anger, but my head started to ache again.

But Jackson seemed to ignore it, still holding out the bag in front of me.

"Get lost!"

I raised my hand and knocked the bag away.

Just at this moment, Clara walked out of the elevator and saw this scene.

Jackson hurriedly played the victim and complained to her, "Clara, look at him!

I just asked him to help me carry my bag, and he told me to get lost..."

It was the same old trick again.

I was fed up and no longer hoped that she would say anything to help me.

As expected, Clara's first reaction was to blame me. "Javier, you knew that Jackson's assistant had asked for leave, and he injured his arm. How much would it hurt you to help him with the bag? Would it cost you a piece of flesh?

You're so lacking in empathy. How will you handle things at the company in the future? Who would want to deal with you?"

The endless barrage of accusations only made my headache worse.

"That's enough!

I already resigned!"

She wanted me to sympathize with Jackson. Then who'd sympathize with me?

Suddenly, Clara was stunned.

"Clara is famous for her good temper. Who wouldn't want to be her assistant? But you actually resigned. You really don't know how blessed you are," Jackson scolded me.

Blessed?

Why didn't I feel it?

Was it a blessing that anyone in the company could order me around?

Was it a blessing to be angry every day?

Forget it!

Frowned, Clara clenched her fists and said, "Don't regret it."

She was angry, clearly blaming me for not discussing it with her and accusing me of causing trouble.

"Don't worry.

I will never look back."

With that, I walked towards the elevator.

"Wait!

How can you talk to Clara like this? What's your attitude? You ungrateful bastard, apologize to her now!"

Jackson was unwilling to let it go. He actually chased after me and grabbed my shoulders.

"Fuck off!"

I frowned and pushed him away.

Jackson took a step back, pretended to stumble, and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Jackson!"

Clara hurried over to help him, glared at me, and said, "Javier, you're going too far. If you have an issue, take it up with me. Jackson hasn't done anything to offend you, so why are you bullying him?"

Meanwhile, a smug smile appeared at the corner of Jackson's mouth, which was extremely provocative.

Did I bully Jackson?

It was he who made the first move. I just reacted instinctively.

Clara, why did you have to lie through your teeth? Why did you always have to blame me?

Was it possible that our years of being childhood sweethearts and seven years of secret marriage couldn't compare to a fleeting stranger who suddenly appeared?

Anger surged, and frustration took hold.

I felt like my head was about to explode. Unconsciously, I clasped my hands over my head and let out a few muffled groans.

Beads of sweat kept appearing on my forehead.

"Javier, what's wrong with you?"

Clara ran towards me but stopped after a few steps, looking suspicious, and asked, "Are you faking it? I remember you only had a slight cold."

I lifted my head and asked, "Do I look like I'm faking it?"

People nearby exclaimed in surprise.

"My goodness! Why is his face so pale? It's like all the blood has been drained out."

"With such a pained expression and his nails digging into his flesh, it doesn't look like he's faking it."