Chapter 1

At the company's annual gala, my wife Mira had already prepared the grand prize for our top salesperson:

A villa, a Porsche, and a hundred thousand in cash...

I half-joked, "Mira, why don't you just give him my company while you're at it?"

Mira frowned. "Do you have any idea how much value Marcus has created for you this year?"

"You're the boss—can't you be a little more generous?"

I smiled and said nothing more.

Until the day of the gala, during the prize draw game on the big screen, our top salesperson drew Mira herself.

Marcus panicked immediately. "Who's playing such a sick joke, putting the boss's wife up as my prize?"

"Henry, let me explain—someone's obviously trying to set me up!"

I walked forward and patted his shoulder.

"This is the gift I specially prepared for you."

The moment my words fell, the entire banquet hall became silent as death.

Marcus, our three-year consecutive top salesperson, froze center stage.

He stared at me, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Henry..." His throat was dry, his vocal cords producing a rusty sound. "Which deal did I mess up? What didn't I do right?"

"Please, just tell me—don't joke around like this!"

"You and Mira are perfect together. I don't understand this kind of joke!"

I raised my hand to straighten his tie, my fingertips brushing past his throat. I could feel his heart pounding wildly beneath.

"I'm not joking with you."

"You've done excellent work. You're the best employee I've ever had." My voice wasn't loud, but I wore a smile. "That's exactly why I'm rewarding you with Mira."

The next second, the silent air shattered.

"Henry!"

Mira's high heels clicked sharply as she cut through the crowd.

In her red dress, she blazed like a fierce flame all the way to the stage.

"Even jokes have limits!"

She pointed at me, her fingertip trembling almost into my pupils.

"Apologize to Marcus. Apologize to me. Now!"

I lowered my eyes, looking at the emerald bracelet on her wrist—the one I'd won at Sotheby's last anniversary, named "Forever and Always."

But after seeing the gifts Mira had prepared for our top salesperson yesterday, I knew this relationship had already developed irreparable cracks in places I couldn't see.

"I'm not joking."

I stepped aside, making room to expose Mira completely in the spotlight.

"I can afford the villa and the Porsche—why not you?"

Gasps echoed through the hall. Some people had already pulled out their phones.

"Hasn't Henry always doted on Mira the most? Why this sudden scene..."

"Is Henry really joking, or is he trying to teach Marcus a lesson?"

Marcus took half a step back, his eyes full of fear.

Mira's pupils contracted sharply, the red dress making her face appear deathly pale.

"Henry, have you lost your mind?"

I smiled and said gently:

"Don't worry. After the gala ends, the lawyers will deliver the divorce papers to your office. From today on, you belong to him. The company belongs to me."