Before all this, Lindsay had often expressed dissatisfaction with the company’s stagnation. She’d said that without a successful career, starting a family wasn’t an option. She had always been hesitant to make our marriage public.
Now, with the new product launch, the company’s stock price had soared, and our combined net worth had skyrocketed.
I had planned to take out the ring in front of the cameras, using the moment to publicly declare our years of love. But now, all of that felt like an illusion, a bubble ready to burst.
“Stop!”
As soon as I reached the underground garage, Lindsay caught up to me.
When she faced me, her expression was a mix of irritation and exhaustion. “Why are you so upset again? At the product launch, you—being the director of the R&D department—weren’t even there to oversee the whole situation. Where are you going now, alone?”
Her eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Is it about Nigel? You know I don’t want to make our relationship public right now. It’s personal, and I don’t want to use it for attention. Didn’t you agree with that before?”
I kept my expression cold and said nothing. Lindsay, sensing the tension, softened her tone, speaking more carefully: