My wife has long yearned for a child. One day, she finally becomes pregnant after spending the night with a college student.

Overjoyed, she plans to keep it a secret until the baby is born.

However, at the hospital, I catch her red-handed.

Losing control, I demand to know why she would betray me, especially after all the billion-dollar deals I've secured for her.

Without a flicker of remorse, she hands me the divorce papers.

"You're infertile, and my desire to conceive has been a constant struggle. On the other hand, Ed is young, passionate, and protective. I'm going to marry him and start the family I've always wanted. Sign the papers. As long as we part on good terms, your place in the company is secure."

My refusal only fuels her relentless revenge.

She not only has me thrown in prison but also seizes every one of my assets.

In the end, she even forces my parents, who suffered from heart disease, onto a drop tower ride.

"Sign off on the divorce, and they'll be safe. Refuse, and you'll see them die on that ride."

Tears streamed down my face.

On my knees, I signed the divorce papers, desperately begging Fiona Wainwright to spare my family.

However, in the next instant, my parents—Neil Grant and Deidre McCurdy—were thrown from the drop tower ride.

"No!" I screamed.

…

When I came to, I found myself back on the very day Fiona handed me the divorce agreement.

This time, I threw both the divorce papers and my resignation letter at her, saying, "This is what you wanted."

The moment the words left my lips, Fiona let out a mocking laugh.

"Logan, I asked for a divorce, not your resignation. Did you really think such a threat would make me bend to your will?"

Without hesitation, she grabbed a pen and signed the divorce papers.

Throwing them back at me, she snapped, "I already gave you a chance, but you didn't appreciate it. Since you're so eager to cause a scene, don't expect me to go easy on you."

After signing the divorce papers, she didn't even glance back and simply turned to walk away.

…

As I watched her retreating figure, my thoughts wandered back to five years ago—when we first started the company.

At those initial business dinners, I always took her drinks since she was allergic to alcohol. However, one night, it finally took its toll. I was rushed to the hospital with a bleeding stomach.

As her husband, I gave my all every single day for three years, pushing the company forward until it went public.

On the day we celebrated, she clung to me, her tears streaming down her face.

"Logan, I can't have children. I'll never be able to give you the family we hoped for. But you married me anyway and stood by my side. Thank you for sharing every struggle and every joy with me. If I betray you in even the slightest way, may peace forever elude me."

In my past life, that promise weighed on me for most of my days.

I truly believed we would grow old together. I had cared for her without hesitation and faced every hardship alongside her.

Even after I learned of her affair and that she was pregnant with another man's child, I foolishly held onto the hope that she'd come back to me.

It wasn't until she had me imprisoned because of that college student and caused my parents' deaths that I truly woke up.

I realized even the purest love could turn into bitter hatred.

After all, feelings were never set in stone.

As I touched the folds of my resignation letter, my eyes remained steady and composed.

This time, I vowed not to repeat the same mistakes.

If Fiona was cold-hearted, then I would have no choice but to let her go.

I decided to call my parents.

"Mom, Dad, I've launched a new business in Germovia. Could you go ahead and keep an eye on things for me? I'll join you in about two weeks once I've settled everything here."

My parents didn't ask any questions.

After ending the call, I handed the divorce agreement to my lawyer.

With that out of the way, I returned to the office, ready to pack up my things.

However, just as I pushed the door open, I froze.

A young man with refined features was sitting arrogantly in my chair.

"Mr. Grant," my secretary, Frank Pena, called out.

He spoke in a low, restrained tone, his eyes burning red with frustration. "Ms. Wainwright made a sudden decision this morning to have Mr. Chamberlain take over your role. The problem is, he hasn't even graduated from college. And on top of that—"

"And on top of what?" I whispered.

Frank gripped my sleeve tightly. "Mr. Chamberlain said your entire three-million-dollar performance bonus for this quarter will be diverted to his account.

"He's also transferring the 32 veteran members of your team to the logistics department. His plan is to have them clean the toilets."

I pressed my lips together, my fingernails digging into my palm.

Those 32 employees had been with me since the company's earliest days.

Mitchell Slater once pulled three consecutive all-nighters to meet a deadline. Ultimately, he collapsed in the conference room from fatigue.

Even amid chemotherapy treatments, he was still the first to arrive at the office. He made it his mission to squeeze in just a bit more work whenever he could.

Likewise, Vernon Halloway once spent three days and nights at the airport to win over an overseas client. His heartfelt sincerity led the client to sign the contract in the end.

He had recently purchased a new home following his wedding and hadn't taken time off for a honeymoon. Instead, he was working overtime, relentlessly pushing himself to meet project deadlines.

Alongside them, there was also Rowan West…

These 32 people had landed countless major contracts and generated enormous revenue for the company.

Despite this, they never bragged or thought of resigning. They just worked relentlessly, never once voicing a complaint.

However, thanks to the whim of some entitled college kid, they were now being reassigned to clean the toilets.

It was nothing short of ridiculous.

Just then, a commotion came from the office doorway.

A group of college students in trendy streetwear swaggered in, their laughter filling the space.

Without a moment's hesitation, they made themselves comfortable on Mitchell's and Vernon's desks.

"Wow, this office is incredible!" A blonde guy casually knocked a photo frame off Mitchell's desk, sending it shattering to the floor.

"Ed's fiancee is seriously amazing. Not only did she give us salaries in the tens of thousands, but she also doesn't even set working hours. We can come and go as we please."

At those words, my face went pale.

To secure a billion-dollar deal, my team had worked nonstop for three exhausting months.

At the celebration banquet a few days ago, I finally mustered the courage to propose a five-thousand-dollar raise for everyone.

Fiona's expression darkened instantly, and without hesitation, she smashed her wine glass.

"Sure, the company secured a major deal, but money's still tight. You need to be more considerate. How dare you ask for a five-thousand-dollar raise? Do you really think bringing in ten billion dollars is such a huge achievement? Have you even considered labor costs?"

Back then, I'd trusted Fiona when she said the company was struggling financially.

But now, these college students—who couldn't even read a report—were being offered salaries in the tens of thousands.

Was this really what Fiona meant when she said the company was "tight on funds"?

It was one thing that she betrayed me, but to show such contempt toward the very employees who built her empire was simply unforgivable.

Mitchell carefully picked up the photo frame that had fallen to the floor. It was a picture of his daughter.

"Hey, old man," one of the students sneered, kicking Mitchell's chair. "Hurry up and get your stuff out of the way. We need to get back to gaming!"

My hands tightened into fists.

Without hesitation, I dialed a long-forgotten number.

My voice cut through the air like a shard of ice. "Ms. Muller, I've decided to accept your offer for the CEO role in Germovia, but there are two conditions I want to discuss."

Staring at the college students carelessly destroying the project documents, I spoke each word slowly and carefully.

"First, I'm bringing all 32 members of my team. Not a single one will be left behind.

"Second, each person's salary needs to be raised by at least five thousand dollars from their current pay."

A delighted chuckle came from the other side of the line.

"Logan, I'll offer each of your team members a ten-thousand-dollar raise. Welcome aboard!"

I ushered the shaken Mitchell forward and gathered the staff who had been assigned to scrub the toilets.

…

After a quick discussion, a few key members and I made our way to the HR department to submit our resignations.

"Ms. Gilmore, all 32 of us have decided to resign. Here are our resignation letters for your reference."

Patricia Gilmore, the HR Director, suddenly stood up. Her face went pale as she stared at me.

"Mr. Grant, how can you even consider resigning? Mitchell and Vernon, you're both vital to the company! Your department drives 80% of our performance! I don't have the authority to approve your resignation. I'll need to run this by Ms. Wainwright first."

Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone. I said nothing, letting her take the lead.

"There's no need to consult anyone."

At that moment, the door to the director's office burst open.

Ed Chamberlain emerged, his hands tucked into his pockets.

With a smug grin, he waved his phone in the air.

"According to Fiona, the sales department is under my full control. That means I decide who stays and who leaves.

"If you choose to resign, so be it. However, you must first return every bonus the company has ever awarded you. Only then will I approve your resignation."

My hands balled into fists.

I couldn't believe Fiona would actually allow Ed to humiliate us like this.

My team and I had spent countless sleepless nights working tirelessly. We earned those bonuses fair and square.

My gaze hardened as I looked at Ed. "Mr. Chamberlain, those bonuses were rightfully earned. You have no authority to demand we return them."

He shot me a smug look. "I don't care. Either you give the money back, or you keep working here.

"Fiona trusts me as her closest ally, and right now, I'm the one calling the shots. You'd better comply, or I'll make sure your resignations never go through."

Suppressing my frustration, I grabbed my phone and dialed Fiona's number.

After several long rings, she finally picked up.

"What's the matter now?" she snapped.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Ed yanked the phone from my hand.

His voice shifted into a sharp, irritating whine. "Fiona, Logan wants to quit. He won't listen to me and is deliberately causing trouble.

"I know he's jealous since you and I are expecting a baby, but that doesn't give him the right to act like this. I'm so scared."

"Give him the phone!" Fiona demanded sharply.

Ed handed the phone back to me, clearly pleased with himself.

His grating voice and exaggerated attempts to smear my name made me feel sick.

I snatched the phone back. Trying to avoid more conflict, I quickly explained, "Fiona, this isn't about you and Ed. I just want to submit my team's resignations—"

"Logan!" Fiona snapped, her anger crackling through the line.

"You're still bitter about me and Ed's baby, aren't you? You know this could be the only child I'll ever have, and yet you still choose to make things difficult for me."

I pressed my lips together. "I'm not here to create problems over your secret lover. Listen up. I'm quitting this job, and it's not just me. Everyone I manage is leaving as well."

Ed suddenly leaned in. "Come on, Fiona, cut Logan some slack. I've been really wanting those crawfish from that spot in the suburbs. Maybe Logan could grab some. That'd be a good way for him to start making amends."

Fiona's voice turned cold as ice. "Did you hear that? My fiance wants crawfish. Go get them. Now."

The suburbs were way too far. Getting there and back would take at least four hours.

When I declined, she sneered coldly. "Suit yourself. Just don't be surprised when your team hits a wall. How this ends is entirely up to you. Obedience is earned through actions, after all."

Having said her piece, she hung up the phone.

My throat felt as if it had been sliced open, and my heart shattered into a thousand fragments.

However, instead of pain, I felt only a dull, lingering numbness.

I knew Fiona's favoritism toward Ed stemmed from the fact that he could give her a child. He was the father of her baby, after all.

But did she forget that we once had a child together as well?

At that time, the company was going through a crucial phase, and we burned the midnight oil every night. During one dinner gathering, she suddenly collapsed.

It was then that I found out she was already eight weeks pregnant.