I stood up and said coolly, "Why would Bryan need my assistance when he is so outstanding at his job? Besides, didn't you already reserve the director position for him long ago?"

Ignoring my bewildered colleagues and Caitlin's sharp shouts of reprimand, I turned and walked straight out.

Caitlin chased after me the entire way, only catching up when I was downstairs hailing a cab.

Panting, she suppressed her irritation and explained, "What are you so angry about? Mr. Eaton is a relative of Bryan's, so I'm only sucking up to him for the sake of our future."

Seeing that I still wasn't speaking, she grabbed my hand. Then, she pulled a watch from her pocket and put it on my wrist.

"I got you this. Do you like it? Remember back when we'd wince at spending 50 dollars on a single meal? Now we're wearing watches worth thousands of dollars. Zane, trust me—things are only going to get better for us from here on out."

If I hadn't known she had bought Bryan a limited-edition Rolex worth a hundred thousand dollars, I would have been thrilled to receive the most expensive gift in our seven years of dating.

But at this moment, all I could do was let out a cold laugh. It felt utterly meaningless.

Caitlin saw me smiling and thought she had managed to appease me. Playfully, she spread her fingers out in front of me.

"Once I get promoted to CEO, we'll get married. You'd better have the ring ready by then, Mr. Groom."

Watching the delight plastered all over her face, I chose not to tell her that Donovan Eaton was actually my relative, not Bryan's.

That was why, no matter how badly things had blown up this time, I was the only one who could salvage it. Whether the partnership continued or not rested entirely on my say-so.

It was just that this time, I had no intention of cleaning up Caitlin's mess.

When the time came, not only would her dream of becoming CEO go up in smoke, but she would be thrown out on the street as well.

I had always responded to her every need. This time, however, I didn't make a single gesture.

She awkwardly withdrew her hand and patted me on the shoulder, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, come on now. As a man, you need to learn to be magnanimous. Don't bother cooking dinner tonight. I've booked us a restaurant. I'm taking you out to eat."

I glanced at her. So, she actually remembered that today was our anniversary.

In the first couple of years, we had been big on rituals. But as we got busier, we stopped celebrating.

I knew she was only doing this to make it up to me. Once, I would have been overjoyed. But belated affection was cheaper than dirt, and I no longer cared for it.

"I'll just pretend you never said anything about wanting to resign," she continued briskly. "Take a good rest this afternoon. During your suspension, I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on the project.

"Bryan's nothing more than a rich playboy. When it comes to the technical side, you're the only one I trust. I've already sent you the address. Don't be late, okay?"

Her phone rang, and she turned to head back inside to answer it.

I didn't bother checking her text. I wasn't going to that restaurant tonight, and I had even less intention of helping her with the project.

I took off the cheap watch and tossed it into a nearby trash can without a second thought. Then, I turned around and called Uncle Donovan.

"Uncle Donovan, I've resigned from my job."

On the other end of the line, Uncle Donovan fell silent. After a few seconds, he asked what I planned to do about my relationship with Caitlin.

"I'm going to break up with her."

Uncle Donovan was delighted and immediately said he would cancel the partnership. He even comforted me, saying, "Good for you for breaking up. I never thought you two would last anyway.

"Caitlin's the type of woman who only takes and never gives. The important thing is that you've come to your senses. Go home and apologize to your parents. Family is family; you don't stay mad at each other forever."

I gave a vague response and chatted for a few more minutes. Then, I hung up and took a cab home.

As the scenery flew past the window, I found myself unconsciously reminiscing about my past with Caitlin.

Back when I was studying abroad, I had been drawn to her resilient, ambitious spirit. We met, got to know each other, and fell in love during college.

But just as I was about to introduce her to my parents, they adamantly opposed the relationship. They pointed out the cracks in our daily life, insisting she wasn't right for me and that love between people from such different backgrounds would never last.

Furious at my parents' surveillance and what I saw as an overwhelming need to control me, I severed ties with them just to be with Caitlin.

All these years, I had stubbornly held on, desperate to prove to my parents that I had made the right choice.

But only now, after Caitlin had hurt me so deeply and left my heart bleeding, did I finally understand that although my parents' actions back then had been extreme, they had only been looking out for me.

It was just that in my youthful arrogance, I had refused to listen.

I had already pulled up my father's number—Morgan Archer—and was struggling with whether to make the call and swallow my pride to apologize when, a second later, his name flashed across the screen. He was calling me.

"Valerie is returning to the country tomorrow evening and will be having dinner at our house," he said icily. "I wasn't planning on inviting you, but I didn't want to be discourteous."

I knew he was just putting on a tough front. Valerie Durham, my childhood friend, had her own family, so why would she randomly come to my house for dinner? She was undoubtedly the reinforcement Dad had brought in to give me an excuse to go home.

I nodded and agreed, saying I would definitely be there. Only then did Dad hang up, satisfied.

I put my phone away. Just as I unlocked the door and stepped into the house, Caitlin called.

"Zane, I have a last-minute business dinner. Go ahead and eat out by yourself tonight," she said apologetically.

However, I could clearly hear the background music of a murder mystery game on her end of the line. Since when did client meetings involve such trendy, youthful activities?

Not long after, Bryan's voice drifted through the speaker.

"Caitlin, stop chatting. The game's about to start. Zane, sorry for cutting into your time together. I'll treat you to a meal next time to make it up to you."

Caitlin laughed. "Why are you apologizing? Zane understands I'm doing all this for our future. Zane, for your sake, I don't mind working a little harder.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to drink tonight. When I get home, I'll buy you a gift to make it up to you."

The people around her laughed, commenting on how lucky I was to have a woman who could earn money and support the family.

I ended the call.

Caitlin was clearly out on a date, yet she still claimed it was all for me. I was sick and tired of hearing excuses like that.

I sat on the couch and looked around our home. It had once held our laughter and joy, but now all that remained was cold emptiness.

I gathered up our photos and all the couple's items we had bought as a pair, then threw them straight into the trash. There seemed to be an endless amount of things to discard, but the warmth between us had vanished long ago.

As I was tidying up, my ex-coworker, Francis Stone, called in a panic.

"Zaane, this is bad. Mr. Eaton says he's canceling the partnership. You need to get to the office right now."

I shook my head and refused. "I've already resigned. Go find Caitlin and Bryan."

I wanted to see how they planned to fix this.

"But we can't get through to either of their phones!"

I laughed. And Caitlin said she was at a business dinner? She and Bryan must have been having so much fun that work had completely slipped their minds.

I told Francis there was nothing I could do and hung up.

Once I finished cleaning up, my friend, Wendell Haywood, messaged me, asking to hang out.

In the past, to give Caitlin a sense of security, I had never once gone to these kinds of drinking parties.

But now, I agreed to go.

Wendell had only invited me as a dare after losing a game; he never actually thought I would take him up on his invitation. Immediately, he sent over the location.

"Bail on me and you're a coward."

"I'll be there soon."

I took a cab to the bar. Just as I paid the fare, a luxury car pulled up right beside me. Caitlin stepped out, laughing and chatting with Bryan, who was in the driver's seat.

When he spotted me, Bryan leaned out of the window and planted a kiss on the back of Caitlin's hand. She turned away shyly, about to say something, when she suddenly came face-to-face with me.

She froze instantly. "What are you doing at a bar?"

Bryan got out of the car and stood beside her, quipping, "Looks like Zane got worried about you and followed you here."

Caitlin instantly frowned with displeasure. "I was just at a business dinner. Calling and texting me every day wasn't enough for you, and now you've taken up stalking me too? Do you really trust me that little?"

I looked at her, speechless.

That was in the past. I used to ask about her whereabouts more often because I was worried about her safety. But after she scolded me for it, I barely bothered her anymore.

"You've got it wrong. I'm here to hang out with a friend."

Caitlin didn't believe me. She sneered and said, "In all the years we've been together, I've never seen you have any friends. So what if I canceled on you once? I'll just make it up to you on our next anniversary. It's pathetic that you've resorted to this petty little stalking act."

She paused for a moment, then pulled a bouquet of flowers out of the car and shoved them into my hands. Then, she said dismissively, "Here, a gift for you. I was planning to bring it home anyway. But since you're already here, I might as well give it to you now."

It turned out she didn't even remember that today was our anniversary.

When I saw Bryan's name on the greeting card attached to the flowers, I found it even more laughable.

What gift? It was nothing more than a present meant for Bryan, hastily shoved at me as a cover-up after she got caught red-handed.

"No, thanks. Let's break up."

"What? You want to break up?"

Caitlin raised an eyebrow and pointed at Bryan's luxury car.

"Zane, the reason I'm out wining and dining clients is because I can't stand seeing you squeeze onto the subway every day. I'm trying to make enough money to buy you a luxury car and give you some status. And now you want to break up with me? Have you no shame?"

I glanced at the car. It was, unmistakably, one of the vehicles sitting in my own garage.

Years ago, when I was being pushed out at work and was on the verge of resigning, Caitlin drank an entire table of people under the table to help me save my job.

She ended up with a perforated stomach because of it. And as luck would have it, we had just been scammed out of half a year's rent by a shady agent. We were flat broke and couldn't even afford her medical bills.

Too embarrassed to ask my parents for money, I asked Wendell to help me rent out my luxury car. That was the only way we could scrape together enough to cover the medical bills.

Since the car was already out being used, and I didn't want her commuting six hours a day to and from work, I just kept subsidizing our household this way.

Never did I imagine that the next time I saw the car, it would have become Bryan's tool for showing off.

Thinking I was drawn in by the car, Caitlin folded her arms and let out a cold scoff.

"Now you understand why I've been sucking up to Bryan, don't you? If it weren't for our future, do you think I'd willingly grovel and curry favor with others? It's hard for me too."

Was that so?

But whenever she was with Bryan, the happiness in her eyes seemed all too real.

As for sucking up to Bryan for the power behind him…

If Bryan were really that rich, then how come she was the one footing the bill every single time? And wasn't she the one paying for every piece of clothing on his back?

There was no way she couldn't see through that. But I couldn't make someone face the truth when they were dead set on denying it.

Thus, I couldn't be bothered to say anything more.

Just as I was about to leave, Francis spotted Bryan's location tag on Instagram and rushed over by cab.

"Ms. Wiggins, I finally found you! Something terrible has happened—Mr. Eaton wants to breach the contract."

"What? Why didn't you call and tell me sooner?"

Caitlin tore into Francis with a barrage of scolding before turning to grab my hand, yanking me hurriedly toward the car.

"There's an issue with your client. You need to come back to the office with me and sort it out right now."

I sneered and shook off her hand. "Oh no, he's not my client. Besides, isn't Mr. Eaton a relative of Bryan? Why don't you just get him to fix it?"

Caitlin stomped her foot in frustration. "I can let it slide when you throw a fit about quitting and breaking up, but Mr. Eaton is key to my promotion to CEO. So, stop messing around!"

"I'm not messing around. I meant it when I said I want to break up with you, and the same goes for my resignation. From now on, don't bother me with anything involving the company or yourself," I replied flatly.

Caitlin's expression darkened. She planted her hands on her hips and seethed in silence.

"Are you going to the office or not?"

I shook my head. "No."

Caitlin instantly flew into a rage, raising her hand as if to claw at me.

Bryan quickly grabbed her hand and tried to calm her down. "Caitlin, Zane clearly isn't taking this seriously, so just forget it. I'll go instead."

Only then did Caitlin stop, letting out a cold huff. "You should learn from Bryan. Look how mature he is."