Chapter 3

I entered the storage room, which was covered in dust. It was so stuffy I could barely breathe. I had to grab cleaning supplies from the utility closet and start scrubbing.

I had just cleaned enough space to sit down when Ms. Young came in and dumped a huge pile of work on me - all her personal tasks.

"Ms. Young, making a PowerPoint for your kid...is this really part of my job?" I asked incredulously.

"Who do you think you are, Aria Sinclair? When I give you work, you do it! Don't think I don't know your type - daddy's little rich girl who only got in here through connections!"

Ms. Young put her hands on her hips and started berating me.

"The design department is the biggest in Blue Zenith, and I'm the biggest player in the design department! You'd better listen to me and do whatever I say, or I'll have you fired in no time!"

With that, Ms. Young slammed the files on the desk and stormed out.

I sighed and picked up the documents. Lucas's words from yesterday echoed in my mind:

"No matter how strict the management, in such a large company there are bound to be some sycophants in the subsidiaries. I'm worried they'll bully you..."

I had to laugh, remembering how I told him to think positively and trust his employees, as well as me.

My whirlwind romance with Lucas felt like a fairytale. The reason I was reluctant to make our marriage public wasn't just because I didn't want to live under his protection, but also because I wanted to stand beside him with a brand new identity.

I used to be a professional rehabilitation therapist, serving ultra-wealthy families in New York City.

My very first client after starting work was Lucas Hart, who had lost feeling in his legs after a car accident.

As the new CEO of Blue Zenith Group, news of Lucas's potential paralysis would undoubtedly impact the company's stock price and exacerbate the complex power dynamics among upper management.

So Lucas decided to keep it under wraps, using the excuse of studying abroad to go to Switzerland with me for rehabilitation.

At the time, Lucas didn't know if he was facing permanent disability or eventual recovery. All he knew was that his 28 years of pride and invincibility had been shattered in the face of disaster.

His mood was extremely unstable then. The slightest frustration would set him off throwing things in anger, causing his family great distress.

But in those darkest moments, I patiently stayed by his side. I took him out in nature, let him vent his emotions freely in the wilderness, listened to his sorrow and helplessness, and offered sincere comfort...

Later, to both our surprise, we fell in love.

What surprised me even more was that his legs miraculously recovered.

I had thought someone like him would never have a story with me. When I learned Lucas's legs were back to normal, I was overjoyed but also deeply saddened, feeling I would no longer have the chance to stay by his side.

I left a letter confessing my feelings for him and wishing him well in the future, then returned to the US alone.

Unexpectedly, on the third day after I got back, as I was sitting at home lost in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang. Lucas was standing outside.

He knelt on one knee with flowers and a ring, his eyes brimming with love. "Marry me, Aria."

...

After we married, I quit my job as a therapist, but I wasn't content to just be an idle housewife.

I picked up my art and design studies again, which I had abandoned years ago due to financial constraints. I hoped to join my dream company - Blue Zenith Technologies under the Blue Zenith Group - as a designer.

Even though I was pregnant, Lucas was very concerned about my health but still respected my wishes and agreed to let me pursue my dreams.

But I never imagined that as soon as I arrived at the company, I would be taught such a ridiculous lesson.