At a banquet, Winona Quinton’s stocking got snagged on something.

I moved to take her to the dressing room, only to see her male assistant reaching under her skirt.

I grabbed his wrist. “What does my wife’s torn stocking have to do with you?”

However, Winona shoved me away. “Stop overreacting,” she snapped. “Corey has even changed my underwear before. It’s just stockings.”

That night, news of the attentive assistant caring for his female CEO went viral.

By the end of the event, I was gone, leaving my resignation letter with the assistant.

Upon receiving it, Winona threw it aside. “Jared Strathmore has gone too far. Get him here immediately!”

I returned—this time with freshly drafted divorce papers in hand.

Winona Quinton frowned at the divorce papers in my hand. She seized them and threw them straight at my face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped. “I was just covering for him. You humiliated him in public, and it reflects on me too. How am I supposed to show my face in the industry after this?”

I stared at her in disappointment. “Marry him, then. I’ll step aside so you can spend your life covering for him.”

Winona rolled her eyes. “You’re only great at being jealous. How many times must I repeat myself? Nothing’s going on between us!”

I took a deep breath. “Winona, there’s no point explaining yourself any further. He’s just an incompetent intern, yet you insisted on hiring him despite my objections. On my birthday, you posted photos of a candlelight dinner with him on social media, and at every gala, he’s always your date. I’ve had enough. Let’s get a divorce.”

Winona froze momentarily before she turned and told Corey Marsh to leave.

Corey teared up. “Winona, I—”

Before he could finish, Winona cut him off sharply. “Get out!”

Corey finally left, albeit reluctantly.

After closing the door, Winona lifted her dress slightly, sat on my lap, and wrapped her arms around me.

“Honey, don’t be jealous. Since you’ve made it clear to me that you don’t like any of those things, I’ll do as you say. I’ll cut contact with him and make it up to you for your birthday. From now on, you’ll be my only date at events, all right? Honey, you have to believe me. My heart is yours.”

I pushed her off me and said curtly, “I don’t need it.”

“But—”

“I said I don’t need it. What part of that is unclear?”

I stood up and met her gaze. “Ever since he came into the picture, things between us have only gone downhill. Have you ever stood on my side?”

Winona rushed to explain herself. “There’s really nothing between us. It’s you who can’t stop doubting…”

I flung the divorce papers at her face. “Fine, let’s get divorced. I’ll have zero reasons left for any doubts.”

Winona stiffened, puzzled as to why I had escalated things this far.

Winona clenched the divorce papers tightly. “Jared Strathmore, must you pick a fight over nothing?” she snapped.

When I did not respond, she sneered. “Fine. Keep going then.”

She strode to the door, pulled Corey inside, and pressed herself against him.

“Carry me back.”

“Miss Quinton, what are you doing?” Corey asked, chuckling lightly. “What if someone sees us?”

Winona slipped her arms around his waist. Her cheeks tinged red. “My stockings are torn. Take me back to the office and help me change them.”

Then, with a sideways glance at me, she deliberately looped an arm around Corey’s neck. “Let’s go, Corey. Don’t let anyone ruin our mood.”

I stood frozen and with my fists clenched.

As I left the office, I noticed people gathered around, talking over their phones and occasionally casting strange looks my way.

I pulled out my phone and discovered a glaring post at the top of my social feed.

Corey had uploaded a nine-photo collage just a minute ago, and every shot featured Winona in revealing outfits.

Accompanying the post was a caption. [Helping the boss lady change her stockings. She still blushes like it’s the first time.]

I was about to like it when the post suddenly vanished. Then, raised voices drifted from the office next door.

“Who gave you permission to post that? I told you, my husband and I were just arguing. What are you trying to imply? Let me make this clear: We are strictly boss and assistant.”

“But I thought—”

Corey tried to speak, but Winona interrupted him sharply. “Enough! I only ever appear on my husband’s feed. Don’t you even know that as an assistant? Get out. I don’t want my husband getting the wrong idea about me and an outsider.”

At the word “outsider,” Corey’s expression fell. Just as he opened the door, he saw me standing outside.

Winona also froze when she saw me and immediately urged Corey to leave.

I kept my expression neutral. “No need for that. I’m just here to grab some documents.”

Winona’s face twisted with a flash of anger. When Corey still remained standing there, she snapped, “Get out!”

Corey glared at me before leaving the office reluctantly.

Winona looked at me, her expression softening. “Look, Jared, there’s nothing going on between us.”

She pulled me to the couch. “Honey, I know what you’re upset about, and I admit that I messed up. I really don’t want a divorce. I swear, there’s nothing between him and me.”

I stared at Winona as she desperately tried to explain herself. I remained completely unmoved.

“Winona, I’m only here for my documents. I couldn’t care less about your relationship with him.”