Divorced After Her Betrayal

As she spoke, Lynette pulled her collar up slightly, but it did little to hide the suggestive marks on her neck.

I curled my lips into a mocking smile. Before I could say anything, seemingly terrified I might mention our marriage, she hurriedly said to Jim, "I’ll go find a place to clear things up with him. You go ahead and get busy."

With that, the two of them shared a lingering, passionate kiss right in front of me. For a moment, I felt so nauseous I nearly vomited up my dinner from two nights ago.

Lynette got out of the car, disdainfully pinching my sleeve between two fingers as if it were contaminated. Noticing the unfamiliar fabric, her brows furrowed. "You bought new clothes? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. There are some things you can’t change just by changing your outfit."

At the parking garage entrance, she pulled a thick stack of divorce papers out of her bag and slapped them in front of me. "Here. Sign these."

Despite our relationship of over a year, she didn’t even spare me a glance now that she was talking about divorce. Her eyes kept darting around nervously, clearly afraid someone familiar might walk by. My face darkened.

Seeing I wasn’t responding, her impatience flared. "Sign them already. What are you waiting for? I’m already pregnant with someone else’s child. What more do you want? How can you even compete with Jim? That bag from yesterday alone costs half a year of your salary!

"If you refuse to divorce, I’ll have no choice but to take it to court! Oh, and by the way, the house you gave me before the wedding? That’s mine now. You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement!"

The thought of all my hard work and sacrifices over the past year sent a wave of bitterness surging through me. Gritting my teeth, I said, "So, throughout this marriage, you only cared about the house?"

She gave me a look like I was insane, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What else? You think I was drawn to your poverty or the fact that you’re an orphan?"

With that, she flung the papers in my face. The metal clip grazed my eye as the documents scattered to the ground.

Lynette didn’t even look back as she left, leaving only one final remark, “If you’re smart, sign the papers quickly and keep your mouth shut at work. I might even throw you a bone."

My fists clenched tightly under the suit jacket, nails digging into my palms. I stepped on the papers with my leather shoes and strode into the office building.

When the elevator doors opened on my floor, a group of colleagues stared at me with a mix of unease and anticipation. The moment they recognized me, they collectively cursed out loud.

"Zack, are you crazy? Showing up late is bad enough, but you took the executive elevator? Don’t you know we’ve been waiting for the leadership execs to arrive from headquarters?"

"After licking her boots for a year only to get dumped, you still have the nerve to show up? If it were me, I’d quit immediately and skip the embarrassment of handing over my work!"

Lynette appeared just then, nestled in Jim’s arms as they leisurely exited an office. Her delicate fingers fiddled with her collar as she cast me a glance.

Jim was the first to speak, his voice filled with anger, "It’s you again? Get lost before I lose my temper! Don’t you know the executives from HQ are inspecting today?"

Before he could say more, the elevator opened again. My father’s assistant stepped out, followed by several aides.

Jim’s eyes widened in shock. Letting go of Lynette, he rushed up to me, shoved me aside, and ingratiatingly said, "We’ve been waiting eagerly for you. Where would you like to start the tour?"

The assistant frowned deeply and brushed past him, heading straight for me. "Where to start? That depends on President Schumer."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air froze.

The same colleagues who had just been mocking me fell silent, their eyes darting between me and the assistant in disbelief. It slowly dawned on them that the "President Schumer" the assistant referred to was the very person they had just insulted so mercilessly.

One by one, their faces turned ashen, and the sound of their teeth grinding was almost audible as they struggled to swallow their words.

Jim’s expression turned pitch black, his face a mix of denial, suspicion, and, finally, despair.