Mr. CEO, Your Wife has Signed the Divorce Papers!

"Woman, stop meddling in a man's drinking!"

Barry yelled in a hoarse voice before he turned around and continued to speak to everyone at the table. "Let's go on! Don't bother with a woman like her!"

The men tried to gloss things over while suppressing their laughter. "Ms. Kimberly, maybe you should show more respect for your husband in the presence of others."

"Barry is a true man!"

Jessica was the only one who lowered her head and asked me with concern, "Shania, are you all right?

"It's all my fault. Barry drank so much just to help me out. Go and have a rest first. I'll take care of Barry."

Hearing this, all I did was wipe the blood off my mouth without saying a word. As I went out to get an ice pack, I tore Barry's diagnosis report into pieces and flushed it down the toilet.

Three years ago, my mother brought a plain-looking man who had dropped out of high school to me and cut straight to the chase. "Shania, this is Barry Field. You should get ready and get married to him right away."

In torn clothes, Barry was casually rummaging through things in my office, squinting at me up and down.

At that time, my father had just passed away, and our company was in a mess, so I was too busy to think about my love life. Before I could say no, my mother took out her diagnosis report and looked at me coldly as if she were looking at a nobody.

"I already have advanced-stage uterine cancer. Marry Barry Field immediately if you want me to live well!"

The finality in her voice was as if I would be an unforgivable defiant daughter if I rejected what she said.

I thought she wanted to see me have a family before her death, so I did what she wanted. Out of my expectations, however, Barry was still having fun with Jessica at hotels even after we got married.

Therefore, my mother paid a special visit to Jessica, hence Jessica's departure to Artrone the next day.

Barry had a breakdown like a madman at the airport, and he had given me silent treatment for over a month after he returned.

In the past three years, Jessica had beefed up her resume by going on to art school abroad with my money. She confidently took up designing after returning home but had no success at all.

She was unwilling to give up, so she tried to swallow her pride and entertain potential investors at the dining table. She felt so humiliated that she couldn't help but call Barry in tears.

Then, today's farce was on stage.

In the past, we would whitewash our marriage and pretend to be respectful for each other, but as Barry's say in Harman Group became greater and greater, his ferocious ambition soon showed.

His tyranny made the company's staff complain. Every time I intended to make any moves, my mother would hold my hand and persuade me while coughing, "You are Barry's woman. All you need to do is to support him. A woman is not supposed to manage a company. It's time for you to gradually hand the company over to him."

"But Mom, it was Dad who left this company to me. It only belongs to the Kimberly family. "

My mother's eyes widened, her bony hand holding me so tight that it left a long red mark on my arm. She said, "It's all my fault for not giving birth to a son for your father... In this world, it's not right to let a woman run a company. Barry has swallowed his pride to become our matrilocal son-in-law for you, so it's only fair that you feel guilty towards him for the rest of your life, do you understand?"

I'm lost in memories of the past few years with my head down and haven't noticed that the dinner has ended.

Barry knits his brows and spares a vicious glance at me, asking, "Why are you still sitting there? Drive me back to the company."

I come back to my senses and raise my head. I obediently take the car key from Barry and say, "Mom misses you."

"I'm busy."

Barry tugs at his tie with a frown.

I say in a calm voice, "The doctor said Mom is almost at her last gasp. Please go back and take a look at her."

"Fuck it, I said I'm busy! Is it that you didn't get it?" Barry roars impatiently and is about to storm off, but I only utter in a cold voice with a light smile.

"Barry, do you think I'm showing you too much respect today or not?"

He halts at the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes are gnawing at me like a fierce ghost.

I walk up to him slowly and straighten his collar. "I've shown enough respect for you and Jessica, but you should also show me some respect when it comes to my mother's matter."