My husband, Harry Forger, who couldn’t have kids, got a college girl pregnant.

He was thrilled and planned to keep it a secret until the baby was born, but I caught him red-handed at the hospital.

I completely lost it and demanded to know how he could betray me after all I had done to land 10-billion-dollar deals for him.

He just handed me divorce papers and said coldly, “You can’t give me a child, but Claire is already pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. I’m going to marry her and give her a real family.

“Sign the papers. If we end things peacefully, you can still have a spot in the company.”

I refused, and that’s when his revenge started.

He had me thrown in prison and froze all my assets.

In the end, he even tied my parents, who both had heart problems, to a drop tower ride.

“Sign the divorce papers, and I’ll let them go. If you don’t sign, then watch them die up there.”

I fell to my knees in tears as I signed the papers and begged him to spare my family.

But the next second, my parents were still hurled from the top of the drop tower ride.

“No!” I screamed.

When I woke up, I was back on the day Harry Forger had handed me the divorce papers.

This time, I slammed both the divorce papers and my resignation letter on his desk.

“As you wish.”

Harry snorted as soon as I said that.

“Anna Wesley, I asked for a divorce, and you hand me a resignation letter? Do you think quitting will make me feel sorry for you and that I’ll back down?”

He picked up a pen, signed his name on the divorce papers, and tossed them in front of me.

“I gave you a chance. You just didn’t appreciate it. Since you want to be a menace, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

After signing the divorce papers, he didn’t even spare me a glance before walking away.

I watched him leave and suddenly recalled how our company had been established five years ago.

At those endless business dinners, I was the one who drank for him because he was allergic to alcohol. I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding.

As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public.

At the celebration party, he held me and cried.

“Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin.

“I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!"

In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

I truly believed that because I loved him and had shared his hardships, we’d grow old together.

Even when I found out about his affair and that he had gotten another woman pregnant, I still foolishly thought he would come back to me.

It wasn’t until he threw me in prison and caused my parents’ deaths over that college girl that I finally came to my senses.

Even lovers who met at a young age could see their relationship deteriorate this badly.

True love was never eternal.

I smoothed the creases on my resignation letter. My gaze remained calm.

This time, I wouldn’t repeat my mistakes.

If he behaved heartlessly, I would show no mercy.

I called my parents.

“Mom, Dad, I have a new business venture in Demarcia. Could you go there and help oversee things for me? I’ll join you in two weeks once I’ve sorted out everything here.”

They didn’t ask any questions. After hanging up, I handed the divorce papers to my lawyer.

I then returned to the office to pack my things.

When I opened the door, I found a young woman, who seemed five months pregnant, sitting in my chair.

“Ms. Wesley.” My secretary, Linda, came in after me with tears in her eyes as she called out softly.

“Mr. Forger gave the order this morning. Ms. Yates is to take over your position, but she hasn’t even graduated from college! On top of that–”

My voice was soft. “What?”

Linda gripped my sleeve tightly. “Ms. Yates said your three-million-dollar bonus this quarter has been transferred to her.

"She’s also ordered that all 32 senior staff on your team be transferred to the Facilities Department to carry out janitorial work.”

My fingernails dug deep into my palm, and I pursed my lips.

Those 32 senior staff members had been with the company since the very beginning.

There was Wayne. Three years ago, he had worked 72 consecutive hours to meet a project deadline and collapsed in the conference room.

He was still undergoing chemotherapy, yet he was always the first one to arrive at the office every morning just to get more work done.

Another employee, Zach, once waited three days at an airport to close a deal with an overseas client. His sincerity had won them over, and he had ultimately secured the contract.

He had just bought a new apartment for himself and his fiancée and hadn’t even taken his honeymoon leave. He worked overtime all the time to keep projects on track.

There was also Leo...

Those 32 employees had brought in countless big accounts and made the company millions.

They had never once bragged. None of them complained or quit. They gave everything they had.

Now, they were being assigned to carry out janitorial work on a woman's whim.

It was beyond ridiculous.

Just then, a loud commotion came from the doorway.

A group of college students in trendy streetwear strolled in, all laughing and chatting.

They plopped down in the seats where Wayne and Zach used to work.

“Wow, this office is amazing!” a blond guy exclaimed before knocking Wayne’s framed photo off the desk.

“Claire’s fiancé is seriously awesome. He’s paying us over ten grand a month and doesn’t even care when we clock in or out. We have total freedom!”

My face turned pale when I heard that.

Just a few weeks ago, my team had worked nonstop for three months to secure a ten-billion-dollar contract.

At the celebration dinner a few days ago, I mustered the courage to ask Harry to give everyone a five-grand raise.

He had slammed his glass down and scowled.

“The company just landed a big deal, but our funds are tight. You all need to understand the situation. How can you demand a raise like that? You think closing a ten-billion deal makes you untouchable? Have you even considered labor costs?”

I believed him and his talk about the company's financial struggles. I believed we couldn’t afford raises.

Now, he was paying these clueless college students who probably couldn’t even read a balance sheet tens of thousands a month.

Was this why he said the company was on a tight budget?

It was one thing to be heartless toward me, but to treat the people who had helped him build his empire like this was unacceptable. Did he even have a conscience?

Wayne carefully picked up the fallen photo of his daughter from the floor.

“Hey, old man.” One of the boys kicked Wayne's chair and sneered. “Pack up your junk and move it. Don’t get in the way. We’re trying to play games here.”

I clenched my fists tightly.

I dialed a number I hadn’t dialed in years, and my voice was ice-cold.

“Mr. Hansen, about your offer to have me lead your company as CEO in Demarcia, I’ll take it, but I have two conditions.”

I stared at the college students tearing up our project files and made sure to enunciate each word clearly.

“First, I’m bringing my entire team with me. All 32 of them, and not one less.

“Second, each of them gets a salary increase of at least five grand.”

The man on the other end laughed with excitement.

“Ms. Wesley, I’ll give every one of them a 50-grand raise. Welcome aboard!”

I turned to Wayne, who still looked upset, and gathered everyone who’d been sent to carry out janitorial work.

After a quick discussion, a few key members and I went to the HR Department.

“Ms. Lewitt, all 32 of us are resigning," I said.

"Here. These are our resignation letters," I said.

The HR director, Ms. Lewitt, suddenly stood up. Her face was pale as she looked at me.

“Ms. Wesley, how could you resign? And Wayne, you’re all key members of the company! Your department is responsible for 80% of the company’s revenue!

“I don’t have the authority to approve your resignations. I’ll have to ask Mr. Forger first.”

Ms. Lewitt shakily pulled out her phone, and I didn’t stop her.

“Don't bother calling him.” The door to the CEO's office suddenly opened. Claire Yates appeared with a protruding belly.

She waved her phone victoriously.

“Harry said the Sales Department is entirely under my control, including decisions about whether you stay or leave. Do you all want to resign? Fine. But first, hand over all the bonuses the company has given you over the years. I’ll approve your resignation then.”

I clenched my fists tightly.

'Harry, how could you let her humiliate us like this?' I thought.

Those bonuses had been earned through countless nights of overtime!

“Ms. Yates.” I glared at her coldly. “The bonuses were legally earned. You have no right to demand we pay it all back.”

“I don’t care. Either return the money, or continue working here!” She smugly rubbed her belly.

“Harry said I’m in charge now. You'd better listen to me, or I’ll block your resignations entirely.”

I held back, pulled out my phone, and dialed Harry's number.

It took a long time before he answered.

"What is it now?" He asked impatiently.

Before I could speak, Claire snatched the phone and immediately pretended to sob.

“Harry! Ms. Wesley says she wants to resign, and she won’t listen to me! She’s trying to intimidate me!

“I know she’s jealous I’m pregnant with your baby, but she can’t bully me like this. I’m so scared!”

“Hand her the phone!” Harry snapped loudly.

Claire smugly handed the phone back to me.

Her exaggerated whining made my stomach turn.

I took the phone. To avoid any further complications, I began to explain.

“Harry, I don’t care about you and her. I only want to resolve the team’s resig–”

“Anna!” Harry cut me off angrily .“Can't you just tolerate Claire and the baby she’s carrying? You know this might be the only child I’ll ever have. Are you doing this on purpose?"

I pursed my lips.

“I have no interest in making things hard for your lover. Listen carefully. I'm not the only one resigning. The entire team–"

Claire suddenly moved closer and began whining.

“Harry, forget it. Stop being mad at Ms. Wesley. I want some seafood. Make her buy some. Consider it punishment for what she did."

“Did you hear that?” Harry asked coldly. “My fiancée wants seafood. Go get some now.”

The restaurant was too far. A round-trip would take at least four hours.

I refused directly.

Harry snorted. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll make sure your entire team goes down.

"Think hard about what you choose to do next.”

With that, he hung up.

My throat burned, and my chest felt heavy, yet somehow, I was numb through it all.

I knew Harry wasn’t simply spoiling Claire. More importantly, it was about the baby she was carrying.

Harry and I once had a child, too.

Back then, the company was at a critical stage. I had worked late into the night every day. One day, I suddenly collapsed in the conference room and was sent to the hospital. That's when I found out I was eight weeks pregnant.