Half an hour later, I completed all the formalities with the HR manager, and as soon as I stepped out, I ran into Charles.

With a mocking tone, he sneered, "Where are you off to, Angus? I heard you quit. Got a better opportunity lined up?"

His words immediately painted me as someone climbing the corporate ladder, assuming I was off to greener pastures.

Now, my colleagues were giving me strange looks.

I smiled calmly and did not bother to refute him. "That's right, I can see this company is going downhill, so I'm getting out while the getting's good. Take it easy once you take over. Don't run the place into the ground!"

His face darkened instantly.

"What's that supposed to mean, Angus?"

"Just what it sounds like. Didn't you understand?" I shot him with a disdainful look and turned to leave.

From behind, Charles chuckled derisively. "Susan said you'd come crawling back if you knew what's good for you. If you apologize, she'll forgive you. Then you can be my assistant and work under me."

I turned back and looked at him. "Didn't Susan tell you? I'm done with her. Tell her not to show her face around me anymore!"

Charles's brows furrowed tightly, but I walked away without a second thought.

Did he really think signing a contract was the end of it?

The partnership would only be considered a success after fundings were secured. Should the funding stall for three months, the company would go under.

My relationship with Mr. Reed spanned years. Could Charles even compare?

Back at home, I started packing up and dividing the assets. Did Susan really think that I would have no leverage after withholding my company dividends?

As long as we were still married, the company's assets included my share. But first, I needed to separate things.

I consulted a lawyer, laying out my current situation. I demanded half, given that I had no concrete evidence of their affair.

However, I instructed the lawyer to aim for seventy percent if possible, and the lawyer assured me it could be done.

I also hired someone to keep tabs on Susan and Charles. Those two schemers were bound to be together eventually.

I was in no hurry. Once I packed up, I moved all my belongings to a small apartment I bought before my marriage.

I lay down on the bed, feeling prepared for what was to come. The apartment was equipped with surveillance. Everything was in place and just waiting for the right moment.

But that evening, to my surprise, she returned home right on time.

She saw me lying in bed and flew into a rage, embarrassed and furious. "Get up! How dare you lie here doing nothing!

"Do you have any idea? Tonight, Mr. Reed already reached out to us and said I..."

I did not want to hear it and cut her off. "What does that have to do with me?"

"What are you talking about?" she snapped.

"I mean exactly what I said. If you don't like it, just ignore me. Also, sign the divorce papers so we can go our separate ways."

Hearing my words, Susan froze. "Have you lost your mind, Angus?"

"I never realized how petty you were!" she continued, indignant. "Today, in front of everyone, you said I wouldn't pay you even though it's our joint marital property. How could you be so shameless?"

I looked up at her calmly. "So you do understand that it's joint marital property. I'm just asking for what's rightfully mine, not a penny more. So, save your breath. Since you and Charles are so close, I'll let you have each other. From now on, you two can be the perfect pair."

Maybe it was because I was being too blunt, her face turned red with anger. However, she quickly softened her tone. "Don't act impulsively. Even though I approved your resignation today, you're still part of the company. Settle things with Mr. Reed first, then we can talk after that."

I shrugged. "I can't do that. That's Charles's job now. Everyone knows he's the big hero behind signing that contract."

I then added, just to mock her, "If I stepped in, how would that make Charles look?"

I had been running around tirelessly, chasing down clients and even helping Mr. Reed take care of his sick son. But when it came time to sign the contract, Charles just showed up for a single meeting, and suddenly all the credit went to him.

I did not argue. I just stared at Susan, who knew she was in the wrong. Her face turned bright red with anger.

I placed the divorce papers on the table. She softened her tone. "Angus, is it really necessary? Why don't we compromise? I'll give you three million. Just don't divorce me and help me talk to Mr. Reed. Get him to release the payment as soon as possible, okay?"

I shook my head. "No. Let's just get divorced."

She flew into a rage, "Angus, don't you dare regret this!"

I did not respond. If she was not willing, then so be it.

Regardless, I still had to prepare for the worst. If they ran the company into the ground, or even into debt, I would still be responsible for a share.

So, I had to finalize the divorce before they made any irreversible mistakes.

Unfortunately, Susan was not ready to cut ties so quickly. She stubbornly refused the divorce. I sighed. It looked like I had no choice but to take the second step: if negotiations failed, I'd have to file a lawsuit.

For that, I needed Charles's help, indirectly. I deliberately posted on social media. [Even though I left the company, some people still want me back. They just can't manage without me!]

My friends cheered me on in the comments.

[I knew it! No way they'd let you go so easily, Angus. They can't do without you!]

[You were the key player in closing that deal!]

[Susan's blind, giving all the credit to some pretty boy!]

I laughed, replying, [Don't even get me started, it's all just the struggles of a hard-working employee.]

I kept an eye on things, and just as I expected, Charles could not sit still. He called Susan right away.

After taking the call, she stormed out of the office but not before glaring at me and warning, "Angus, I'm not granting you a divorce. You better close that deal with Mr. Reed, or I'll make your life a living hell!"

She left, and I grinned. I sent Charles a message. [Susan can't let go of me no matter how impressive you think you are.]

Charles did not reply, but I knew he was feeling the pressure. He was desperate to prove himself, to demonstrate his own appeal.

Less than thirty minutes later, he sent me a video. In the dim lighting, they were holding hands.

Charles's raspy voice asked, "Do you like me?" The camera shook, showing Susan sitting on his lap. They were making out passionately, and soon things escalated to something explicit.

The sight made me sick to my stomach. Despite that, I saved the video.

Charles, brimming with arrogance, texted. [Did you see that, Angus? I stole your credit, and I took your woman too!]

I immediately replied with a thumbs-up emoji. [Congrats, you're amazing.]

Then I sent the video to my lawyer, instructing him to proceed with the lawsuit. A quick glance at the background showed the video was filmed at a nearby hotel.

Charles did not even bother closing the curtains, and I recognized the view of the bank across the street. The room was probably around the fourth floor.

I grabbed my phone and headed out.

It was time for a show. On the way down, I called Susan's parents. "Dad, Susan said she was meeting with a client, but she hasn't come back. She sent me a text saying she's at a hotel, and I'm worried something happened."

Her father, immediately alarmed, replied, "I'm coming over right now. Send me the location!"

I shared the location and met them at the hotel.

At the reception, the staff tried to stop us, but my mother-in-law shouted, "My daughter's trapped inside with some criminal! If anything happens, you'll be held responsible!"

I seized the moment to give them Susan's name and urged the hotel to call the police. Then we rushed upstairs.

"It should be this room!" Her father pointed, looking at me. "Kick the door down!"

I suppressed my excitement and, hearing the sounds coming from inside, kicked the door open! In the next instant, her parents barged in.