Chapter 3

I ignored her, silently getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Scarlett called after me, “Liam, what is your attitude? I’m not going to argue with you this time, but if you ever do that again, I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Divorce me? Fine. Let’s go to City Hall right now.”

“Are you out of your mind? When did I ever say I wanted a divorce?”

“Liam, what’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird since yesterday!”

Scarlett finally lost her composure, her emotions erupting.

I gave her a cold glance. “Didn’t you and Julian already make your intentions clear on the beach?”

Scarlett froze, her expression instantly flustered. Her words tumbled out disjointedly. “You couldn’t possibly know! I already had PR delete everything from that day!”

“I was there that day. I saw it all with my own eyes.”

“I saw Julian holding you tight, the crowd chanting for him to marry you, him kneeling, and you smiling back at him. Everything you both did, I saw it all.”

“No, it’s not like that!”

“Listen to me, honey, there’s a misunderstanding! Julian and I…”

Chapter Three

“Enough! No explanation is needed. I don’t care what his reason was, even if he was dying – if you had any respect for me, you wouldn’t have agreed to such inappropriate requests!”

Scarlett’s face hardened. “I don’t need to explain myself, because to me, Julian is just a friend. I swear, I have never betrayed you!”

“Emotional infidelity is still infidelity, Scarlett. Whether it's a lingering glance or a physical act, the color of betrayal still feels the same to me.”

I said calmly, “Scarlett, we’re getting a divorce. You should prepare yourself.”

With that, I turned and left.

Upon arriving at the office, I immediately immersed myself in work.

Even though our department revolved around me, my workspace was cramped, a constant reminder of my undervalued position.

I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I had signed an agreement that prevented me from resigning before the project was completed, or I would face severe consequences.

Just then, a man approached. It was Kevin, Julian’s assistant.

Kevin casually tossed a folder onto my desk, saying arrogantly, “Liam, your design draft was rejected. You’re paid so much, yet you can’t even handle a simple task? What exactly do you do around here?”

He was Julian's lackey, constantly finding ways to provoke me. Afterward, Julian would play the good cop, then go to Scarlett to score points, taking every opportunity to belittle me.

I was used to it and ignored him.

The design draft I’d given Julian was just a throwaway. He had no authority to decide on truly important projects.

Suddenly, I felt a sudden splash.

Kevin had picked up my water bottle and poured the entire contents over my head. “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me talking!”

Even the calmest person would lose their temper. I barely stood up when a searing pain shot through my head.

I fumbled in my pocket for my medicine bottle but couldn't find it anywhere.

“What’s with this reaction? Saying a few words and you’re already faking an illness? Pathetic for a grown man!” Kevin sneered.

My colleagues froze, too scared to intervene. Kevin was known for making people's lives hell.

“What’s going on?”

Julian walked in. Kevin immediately fawned over him. “Mr. Julian, you see? I just said a few words to Liam, and he poured water on himself to fake being sick.”

Julian smiled, feigning concern while subtly twisting the knife. “Liam, as a key technical expert, professionalism is essential. Faking illness is not good behavior.”

He took two steps closer, leaning in and whispering in my ear, “Headache acting up again, huh? When are you finally going to drop dead, Liam? Hurry up and die, so I can be with Scarlett, haha.”

“You!”

The headache intensified, and I collapsed onto my desk.

A female colleague, Chloe, seeing my distress, rushed over to help me find my medication.

She quickly located the pill bottle and bent down to put the medicine in my mouth.

However, Kevin suddenly grabbed Chloe's head, forcing her face towards mine, making it look like she was kissing my cheek. Then he shoved her, sending her tumbling right into my arms.

“What are you doing?!”

Scarlett’s furious voice suddenly echoed, like a wife catching her husband cheating.