Chapter 3

During lunch break, Chloe texted me to come down to the underground parking garage.

Perfect. I also needed to give her my resignation letter.

When I arrived at the garage, Brandon was also in the car, and they were feeding each other.

"You're just in time. My mom's birthday is the day after tomorrow. You don't need to come. I'll bring Brandon instead."

Mrs. Davis was a typical snob. Her first priority was money, and her second was her daughter.

Over the years, as Brandon's career improved, her mother had constantly urged her to divorce me and marry Brandon.

She had always looked down on me, a mere company employee.

When I first married Chloe, I had to win over not only her but also her mother.

Mrs. Davis would often call me during work hours, asking me to pick up her newly ordered designer bag from the mall.

Such things could easily be handled by a driver, but to win my mother-in-law's favor early on, I personally handled it for five years.

"Stop putting on that pathetic act. Brandon and I have already had our wedding; it's perfectly reasonable for me to bring him home. Not to mention, he's now the company's Vice President. Unlike you, just a company employee, bringing you home would make my mom lose face."

I tightened my grip on my phone.

"You don't need to tell me that. I already told you yesterday that I want a divorce."

Brandon, who was beside her, instantly tensed at my words.

"Liam, don't be so impulsive. Chloe and I aren't really married. Chloe and I will discuss this again. I'll ask Chloe to promote you."

Chloe's eyes widened when she heard this. After a long pause, she reluctantly spoke, "I'll make you Technical Director. Are you satisfied now?"

"No need. I'll be leaving the company this afternoon. This is my resignation letter."

With that, I stopped looking at their reactions, got out of the car, and returned to my cubicle.

As soon as I had gotten into the car earlier, I had installed a listening device in the backseat.

I had intended to record some of their flirtatious conversations as evidence for my divorce case.

But I never expected to record something truly unexpected.

I guess I absolutely had to go to Mrs. Davis's birthday party the day after tomorrow.