"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.