She Accepted His Ring, so I Signed the Divorce

Louie's POV

She told me he was just an old childhood friend who had been working abroad for years and had finally come back.

Since that was what she had introduced to me, I didn’t think much of it. In fact, I even encouraged her to go catch up with her old friends.

But little by little, things started to change.

Her phone began buzzing more often, and she had more sudden “business trips.” Her evenings were also filled with vague excuses about “reconnecting with old friends” I’d never heard of before.

Outside, the rain poured harder, and the world beyond the window blurred into gray.

I turned my eyes to the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

In that picture, Tracy was smiling so sweetly, like I was the only thing that mattered in her entire world.

But now, that smile was being shown to someone else.

Maybe some things just couldn't stand the test of time. Maybe memories were stronger. Or maybe childhood bonds never really faded.

I closed my eyes and let the past and present twist together in my mind.

I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping that night.

The next morning, I arrived early at Kain Company, ready to hand in my resignation.

I was just a few steps from HR when I ran into Dominic Stephens, the manager.

“Mr. Clark! Emergency meeting. Ms. Kain wants all senior staff in the conference room right away!”

Before I could respond, he grabbed my arm and pulled me along.

The room was already packed when I entered.

Tracy stood at the front beside the projector. She looked sharp in a tailored business suit, hair pinned up neatly, not a trace of last night’s messiness in sight.

Her eyes flickered slightly when she saw me, but she quickly masked it.

Standing behind her was Harry, dressed to the nines, flashing a practiced, polished smile.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Tracy began. “We’ve gathered you all here today to announce an important personnel change. After discussion with the board, we’ve decided to appoint Mr. Harry Williamson as the new Director of the Marketing Department. Effective immediately.”

The room instantly exploded, and every head turned to me—some with confusion, some with sympathy, others simply stunned.

“Ms. Kain, that’s not proper procedure,” Eddie Grant from finance stood up first. “Mr. Clark has led the marketing team to double its performance for three consecutive years. He’s earned that position—”

“This is the board’s decision,” Tracy cut him off, her voice sharp. “Besides, Harry holds a degree from a top international business school and has worked as an executive for global corporations. He brings an international perspective we need.”

Despite the chaos going on, I just sat silently in the corner, saying nothing.

“But Mr. Clark knows the domestic market like the back of his hand,” Matt Schuman from sales chimed in. “He was the one who closed the North America project last month single-handedly!”

“Louie has done great work,” Tracy said at last, finally looking my way, but her gaze felt cold and distant, like I was just another name on a spreadsheet. “But the company needs fresh blood to keep growing. Besides,” she paused, “Mr. Clark’s recent performance hasn’t been up to standard. I doubt he can keep up with the pressure of the role.”

Only then did I stand up slowly. “You’re right, Ms. Kain. I haven’t been at my best lately. I agree. I’m no longer fit to serve as Director.”

Dominic was already breaking into a nervous sweat.

“But Mr. Clark, the South American clients only trust you. And you’re the one who understands the entire new product rollout!”

At that, a wave of agreement rippled through the room.

Facing a lot of disagreement, Tracy’s face shifted slightly. She hadn’t expected this many people to side with me.

“Quiet!” she snapped, slamming her palm against the table. “This company doesn’t belong to one person alone! Louie’s contributions are undeniable, but the board’s decision stands. Harry will take over as Director. End of discussion!”

"Ms. Kain," I called, then stepped forward and placed an envelope on the table. “My resignation.”

Upon hearing that, the room fell into dead silence.

Tracy stared at the paper, her face turning pale.

She hadn’t expected me to do this in front of everyone.

“Louie, you—”

“One more thing,” I interrupted.