“I’m the head of the Miller Group, and I’ve lowered myself this much to apologize to you. That should be more than enough. If you keep this up, you’ll be the one regretting it.”
Suddenly, Ryan’s special ringtone blared.
I couldn’t help but laugh coldly.
“Go on, answer it. Your little husband must be threatening to jump or cut his wrists again without your kisses and cuddles.”
Claire’s face turned stormy.
“Ethan, stop being so bitter. If you want a divorce, fine—I’ll give it to you! Just don’t come crawling back begging for reconciliation.”
She shot me a furious glare, then slammed her name onto the divorce agreement.
With the divorce certificate in hand, I resigned from the company. When I left, quite a few veteran employees expressed their indignation on my behalf.
The next day, Claire’s secretary called—she had once again missed a project meeting.
For half a year, she had skipped crucial meetings, angering both domestic and international clients. With competitors rising, the Miller Group had lost a great deal of business.
After wrestling with myself for a long time, I finally dialed her number.
The call connected, but it wasn’t Claire—it was Ryan’s mocking voice.