Falling from Grace.

Several months passed.

True to Ross’s prediction, I still hadn’t found employment.

Just as I was at my wits’ end,

I received a call from Sophia.

“Rory, stop sulking at Ross. Come home soon—Jessica and I miss you terribly.”

The sound of her and Jessica giggling and roughhousing on the other end felt like pure humiliation and provocation.

“Sophia, do you really think Ross will marry you just because you’ve won Jessica over? Don’t be so deluded!”

Sophia’s tone shifted abruptly, shedding her usual fragility. "Ha! You’re just the woman Ross discarded. Who’s the deluded one here?"

Her true colours were finally revealed.

All those years of pretence were surely just to exploit her pitiable appearance for sympathy.

"What sort of man would anyone compete with you for?"

"I wouldn't want him even if he were handed to me!"

I hung up without a second thought.

Truth be told,

beyond his handsome looks, a man like Ross possesses no redeeming qualities worthy of affection.

Just as I was cursing the scumbag,

my phone rang again.

"Sophia, will you ever stop?"

I assumed it was Sophia calling again.

“Miss Rory, hello. This is Human Resources from Fenghao Group. Your application has been approved. Please bring your ID card tomorrow to our HR department to complete your onboarding.”

“Eh? …Right.”

I stood there dumbfounded.

Fenghao Group was one of A City's most prestigious listed corporations. Could I really be joining such a major enterprise?

But then again,

I hadn't actually submitted a CV to Fenghao Group.

After joining Fenghao Group,

I discovered my position was President's Secretary.

"Why did you choose me?"

"Because of your academic qualifications."

That was the HR manager's explanation.

Yet I couldn't shake the feeling there was more to it.

With a heavy heart,

I cautiously pushed open the president's office door.

A familiar, gentle face came into view, making the young president before me seem strangely recognisable.

Had I met him somewhere before?

"My name is Roger. Your role will be to manage all my schedules except those pertaining to my private life."

Roger tapped his keyboard methodically. I quickly replied, "Good morning, Mr Roger. My name is Rory."

Truly befitting the head of a listed conglomerate, even his secretary had a dedicated office.

I wasn't Roger's only secretary.

He had six secretaries in total.

Each secretary handled different responsibilities.

Perhaps it had been too long since I last worked, for I discovered a typo in a document submitted to the boss for review.

I instantly felt clumsy and inept.

Fortunately, this seemingly meticulous boss and my new colleagues proved remarkably patient.

After a month on the job, I was successfully taken on permanently.

My salary was several times higher than before.

Though this money was nothing compared to the monthly allowance Ross sent me.

But for me,

earning my own money and spending it freely felt absolutely brilliant.

I thought that with a stable job, I could smoothly marry that scumbag and bring my daughter back home.

But I never imagined

a person could sink to such depths of shamelessness.