Chapter 3

To fulfill the secret marriage contract, Amanda moved from the master bedroom to the guest room.

Besides that, she also made it clear: I wasn't allowed to ride in the same car with her.

I wasn't allowed to talk to her at the company, only allowed to call her boss.

And, her relationship with Derek was just an act, I wasn't allowed to make a big deal out of it.

After explaining all this, Amanda disappeared for three days.

It wasn't until I called in sick with a fever that she bothered to call me:

"You've only been working for a few days and you're already taking time off, aren't you being a bit dramatic?"

"You'll have to go to the hospital by yourself, I'm still on a business trip, I can't take you."

An expected result.

I mumbled an "mm" in my feverish state.

But just as I finished speaking, a familiar male voice came through the phone:

"Amanda, come help me with my tie!"

Although Amanda quickly hung up, I still heard her hurried footsteps rushing over.

Looking at Derek's Instagram again, he had already changed his profile picture.

It matched Amanda's profile picture as a couple.

I remember when we were dating, I always pestered her to change to matching profile pictures.

But she always had countless reasons to refuse me:

It's troublesome, childish, tasteless...

For some reason, she started frantically sending me messages and calling me.

I only replied once: "It's my rest time now, please understand, boss."

After finishing my IV drip, I returned to the company.

My colleagues were as cold to me as ever, piling work on my desk.

In their minds, I was probably just a lucky ex-con taken in by the boss.

I should naturally take on more work.

I adjusted my mood and packed all the couple items from the storage cabinet into a black garbage bag.

If I had known they would never see the light of day, I wouldn't have worked so hard to bring them into the company.

I was about to go throw them away when Amanda came back unexpectedly.

Before I could react, she angrily dragged me all the way to the stairwell.

Seeing the garbage bag in my hand, her face darkened:

"You have time to clean up garbage but no time to return calls?"

The strong scent of men's cologne on her made me take a step back involuntarily as I replied calmly:

"I did reply to your message."

Hearing this, Amanda seemed to be set on fire, questioning me:

"Why did you call me 'boss' in the text?"

What's the difference between texting and real life?

It was what she had instructed me to do, so why was she upset when I did it?

Seeing that I had no intention of explaining, she let out a cold laugh:

"You know I don't like petty men, you'd better not turn into someone I hate."

Saying this, she snatched the bag from my hand and threw it forcefully onto the ground.

Amidst the loud crash echoing through the stairwell, she strode away.

Looking at the shattered photos and couple mugs, my heart trembled.

It was as if our years of feelings would also end up in pieces.

I cleaned up the broken pieces and called a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.

After getting the document, I printed a copy in the copy room.

Just as I had mentally prepared myself and was about to knock on the door, Amanda opened it first.

Meeting her icy gaze, I calmly handed over the document:

"Sign it when you have time."

But Amanda didn't even look at it, flipping directly to the last page and signing.

Then she handed it back casually, instructing:

"Come out with me for a business dinner later, be smart about it, remember to block the drinks for me."

I was puzzled, Amanda's alcohol tolerance was unusually good, why did she need me to block drinks?

Before I could ask, Derek popped out from behind her, looking smug:

"The boss is so considerate! She even remembers that I have a cold and can't drink!"