I didn't sleep a wink all night. It wasn't until the early hours of dawn, with the faint light creeping through the window, that I managed to drift off into a restless slumber.

When I woke up, it was already nine in the morning. Dexter had gone to work.

On the bedside table, he had left a note, reminding me that he had prepared breakfast for me in the kitchen. I crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it into the trash before getting up to wash and get ready.

Since resigning, I rarely visited the office, but today, I decided to surprise Dexter by bringing him a homemade lunch.

Though I hadn't been to the office much in the past two years, most of the staff still recognized me.

I made my way to his office without encountering any obstacles. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by the sight of Dexter and Scarlett sitting face-to-face, eating lunch together. On the surface, everything seemed normal.

My sudden appearance startled them both. Scarlett quickly stood up, but I didn't miss the detail, she was barefoot on one side.

Though her movements were swift and she immediately slipped on her high heel, I had clearly seen her bare foot intertwined with my husband's leg beneath the table, slithering upward like a vine.

Dexter, ever the master of composure, recovered almost instantly. He turned to me with a look of surprise and delight, "Honey, what brings you here?"

I feigned nonchalance and raised the lunchbox in my hand, smiling sweetly, "Of course, I came to deliver a healthy lunch to my dearest husband. But it seems I'm a little late, huh?"

I cast a glance at the half-eaten food on the table, pretending to look disappointed.

"No, no, you're just in time. I don't really like this food anyway. Let me see what delicious treat you've brought for me." Dexter eagerly took the lunchbox from my hands.

I noticed Scarlett's expression visibly darken when he mentioned he didn't like the food on the table. The corners of my lips curled into a smirk.

"What are you standing there for?" Dexter frowned and shot Scarlett a pointed look, signaling for her to clear the table.

"Oh, oh!" Scarlett snapped out of her daze and began tidying up in a fluster. In her haste, she accidentally knocked over a dish, spilling thick soup onto Dexter's leg, near the top of his thigh.

Without thinking, Scarlett grabbed a napkin and began wiping it off. Her actions were natural and practiced.

"What are you doing?" Dexter's expression darkened and he abruptly shoved her away.

Caught off guard, Scarlett stumbled to the floor. She looked as though she wanted to protest but froze when she met Dexter's warning gaze. It was only then that she remembered I was still in the room.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry! It's all my fault, how clumsy of me. Mrs. Keaton, please don't misunderstand. I was just being too hasty. I'm really sorry!" Scarlett apologized repeatedly, bowing her head.

"It's fine, it's fine. I know it wasn't intentional," I said generously, acting as though I wasn't bothered in the slightest.

"Darling, you enjoy your meal. I'm going to the restroom," I said, placing my phone face down on the table before leaving the room.

Once inside the restroom, I shut the door and slipped an earbud into my ear. Before coming here, I had installed a monitoring app on my phone. Soon, the sounds of their conversation filtered through the earbud.

"Do you realize how close we were to getting caught just now? You need to be more careful at the office," Dexter scolded, his tone full of irritation.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't do it on purpose! How was I supposed to know she'd suddenly show up? Besides, she didn't seem suspicious just now, did she? You're just too paranoid," Scarlett replied, her voice quivering as though on the verge of tears.

Dexter softened his tone, coaxing her gently, "Alright, I was too harsh earlier. Don't be upset, okay?"

"Hmph, you're always sweet-talking me. When are you going to come clean with her?" Scarlett said, pretending to pout.

"Just wait a little longer," Dexter replied dismissively.

"Wait, wait, wait! You've been telling me to wait for two years already!" Scarlett's voice was full of discontent.

My grip on the door handle tightened, so much so that my knuckles turned pale. Two years. For two whole years, Dexter and Scarlett had been entangled and I, like a fool, had been completely in the dark.

"Alright, didn't you say you had your eyes on that new handbag from L brand? You can charge it to my card," Dexter said, trying to pacify her.

"Hmph, that's more like it. I'll forgive you this time for the sake of the bag, but if you're mean to me again, I won't let it slide," Scarlett replied, her earlier dissatisfaction replaced with giddy excitement.

She seemed oblivious, but after living with Dexter for ten years, I could easily sense the impatience hidden behind his gentlemanly facade. Beneath his surface charm, Dexter was cold and detached.

Luckily for Scarlett, she knew when to stop and didn't push her luck further. I had a gut feeling that Dexter didn't love her, it was likely the thrill of an affair that kept him around.

When I no longer heard their voices, I stayed in the restroom for an extra two minutes before flushing and stepping out. By the time I returned to the office, Scarlett was gone.

Feigning surprise, I asked Dexter, "Huh? Where's your assistant?"

"She had something to take care of," Dexter said, pulling me into his arms with an air of calm.

"Let's eat." He gestured for me to sit down.

The thought of Scarlett sitting in this very chair not long ago made my stomach churn.

I sprang up abruptly, "Oh! Honey, I just remembered I have something to do. You go ahead and eat without me."

"What could be more important than spending time with me?" Dexter teased, pretending to sulk.

I gave him a playful wink and said mysteriously, "Darling, tomorrow's Christmas. I've prepared a special surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise? Can't you tell me now?" Dexter asked, intrigued.

I shook my head with a smile, "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"Alright then, I'll wait for your surprise," Dexter said, his expression full of anticipation.

"Mm-hmm." I nodded with a smile.

But as soon as I left his office, the smile faded from my face and the warmth in my eyes turned icy cold. Dexter Keaton, I hope you'll enjoy the surprise I've prepared for you.

On my way out, I spotted Scarlett sitting at her desk, sneaking glances toward Dexter's office.

When she noticed me, she quickly lowered her head, pretending to be busy. I curled my lips into a faint smile.

As I passed her desk, I glanced at the necklace around her neck and complimented her, "Your necklace is beautiful."

In that instant, Scarlett's eyes sparkled with unmistakable pride and the corners of her mouth curved into an irrepressible smile.

That necklace was a new release from C brand and only one existed in New York. When it launched, it coincided with my birthday and I had asked Dexter to buy it for me.

But just a few days later, he told me it had been purchased by someone else. He even promised that if the same design were ever restocked, he'd make sure to get it for me immediately. I had been so disappointed at the time that I sulked for several days.

I even mentioned it to the store clerk during a later visit, lamenting how unlucky I was. The clerk had looked puzzled and said, "Didn't your husband buy it?"

When she saw my confusion, she froze for a second, then quickly apologized, claiming she had made a mistake.

At the time, I just laughed it off and didn't think much of it.

So, it wasn't a mistake by the salesperson, Dexter had bought the necklace I liked and given it to his assistant instead.

"Mrs. Keaton, are you leaving? Let me walk you out," Scarlett said with a smile that clearly didn't reach her eyes.

I suspected she had something she wanted to say to me. "Sure," I said.

We walked in silence until we approached the company's entrance. Finally, Scarlett couldn't hold back anymore and stopped me, "Mrs. Keaton."

I inwardly chuckled, so young, so impatient. "Yes?" I casually asked back.

"I'm pregnant," she said, deliberately puffing out a belly that wasn't even there yet, her face full of smugness. I gestured for her to continue.

"It's Dexter's," she said, her eyes gleaming with provocation.

"Oh? Then you've got the wrong person. I'm not the child's father, you should go find Dexter," I replied casually.

"You!" Scarlett choked on her words, her breath caught in her throat.

"After so many years of marriage, you haven't even laid a single egg. But look at me, I'm carrying the future heir of Dimension Tech in my belly," she sneered.

"You'd better be smart and step aside. Considering how long you've been with Dexter, I'll ask him to compensate you generously. Otherwise, you won't get a cent," she added, her tone smug, as if she were already the company's future mistress.

I burst out laughing, "Dreaming already? It's not even dark yet."

"A hen that lays eggs is still a chicken. Are you proud of being a chicken? Want me to start a live stream and help you advertise?" I said mockingly, staring at her smug face.

Scarlett's body trembled with rage, but she was speechless.

After leaving the company building, I turned off the recording on my phone. I really had to thank Scarlett for willingly delivering the evidence to me when I had been struggling to gather it.

Shortly after, I received a call from Mr. Vaughn, informing me that the divorce agreement had been sent to my email.

I recalled that when I asked him to draft the agreement yesterday, Mr. Vaughn had said that although Dexter had cheated during the marriage, it would be difficult to make him leave with nothing without solid evidence.

I had been blinded by love when we married and had not signed a prenuptial agreement. But now, with the growing amount of evidence in my hands, Mr. Vaughn assured me he would do his best to maximize my benefits.

The next morning, before going to work, Dexter once again asked what surprise I had prepared for him.

I gave him the same response, "I really can't say. You'll find out when the time comes."

As he left, I noticed he seemed to be in a very good mood, his lips curved in a constant smile. I wondered if it was because he was anticipating my 'surprise.'

Before heading to the company, I made a stop at the airport. I arrived at the office close to noon, accompanied by a tall, sharply dressed man in a suit.

I called everyone into the conference room, saying I had an announcement to make. Like everyone else, Dexter looked puzzled as he watched me walk up to the podium, trying to figure out what I was up to.

Standing on the stage, I raised a hand, signaling for silence. Before speaking, I let my gaze sweep across the room, finally resting on Dexter for a few seconds before retracting it.

Dexter smiled faintly. Despite his calm demeanor, I could tell he was eagerly anticipating my 'surprise.'

I pressed my lips into a small smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make. Starting today, Mr. Dexter Keaton will be relieved of his position as acting president. The role will now be taken over by a professional manager I've invited from Germany, Mr. Baron Yanks."

I gestured toward the tall man who had arrived with me.

Baron gave a polite bow and smiled as he greeted everyone with a nod.