"You were already in his arms. Do you really think an explanation still matters?"

"I’ve been drunk countless times while handling business. Have you ever seen me needing a woman’s support?"

Hyacinth’s lips trembled, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak.

"I’ll have the lawyer draft the divorce agreement. Let’s end this."

"No! I won’t sign!"

She sobbed bitterly, but her feet remained planted in place—she didn’t even dare to chase after me.

Zavier rushed to her side, his voice full of arrogance. "Hyacinth, don’t be afraid. You’re the president of the company. If he dares to cause trouble, just fire him. What’s there to fear? A useless man living off you?"

Before returning to the company, I made a call to the shareholders.

When I arrived, the shift in the employees’ gazes was impossible to miss; they were hesitant and wary, almost as if they knew something I didn’t.

I ignored it and headed straight to my office.

Torin Payne, the vice president of the sales department, hurried in, handing me his phone. His expression was grim.

On the screen was the company’s group chat.

Zavier had tagged everyone, his message glaring back at me: [Sales Manager Tobias has been fired.]

So that was why they looked at me like that.

I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head slightly. A slow smirk crept onto my lips as I asked, "Tell me, brother, whose company is this?"

Torin slammed his fist on the desk, his voice filled with frustration. "This company was running just fine, but your wife turned it into a disaster. Everyone’s talking about how you’ve been cheated on and that Zavier is acting like he owns the place. If this keeps up, my family might just pull out our shares."

I leaned back, unfazed. "I can handle it. Get back to work."

Torin hesitated, then sighed. "If you're feeling down, let’s go out for a drink."

"Why should I punish myself with alcohol? I did nothing wrong. Relax, brother. I’ve got this under control. Besides, I already spoke with your dad on my way back."

Torin studied me for a moment before nodding. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back. "By the way, Sylvie just got back from abroad. I still think you’d make a great brother-in-law."

I didn’t bother responding and went back to work.

By the time I finished my tasks, the sky had darkened. I had my driver take me home.

The moment I stepped inside, the rich aroma of food filled the air.

From the kitchen, Hyacinth’s cheerful voice rang out. "Honey? You’re home? I made all your favorite dishes. Go wash your hands."

I let out a slow, mocking chuckle.

At the entrance, a pair of men’s shoes sat neatly beside mine—Zavier’s.

Was this woman brain-dead?

She had the audacity to bring him here?

I changed my shoes and stepped inside, only to freeze at the sight before me.

Zavier stood in the kitchen, holding a piece of meat to Hyacinth’s lips. She smiled, radiant, savoring the so-called moment of intimacy.

The warmth in her eyes vanished the moment she spotted me.

"H-honey..."

Her voice trembled with panic. "Don’t misunderstand! I was just tasting the seasoning, and my hands were full, so I let Zavier help me."

“No need to explain."

My gaze swept over her—over them. Then I pulled out the divorce papers from my briefcase and placed them on the table.

"And by the way, you don’t need to call me 'husband' anymore."

Her breath hitched.

"Sign it. We’ll finalize our divorce tomorrow."

Hyacinth’s face went pale. She stared at me, disbelief clouding her eyes. "Honey… You really want to divorce me?"

"Tobias, you have no shame!"

"My Hyacinth has already lowered herself to cook for you. What more do you want?"

His glare sharpened. "I even personally came here to apologize! What else do you want? Don’t push your luck!"

Hearing that, I let out a low, amused laugh.

I shrugged off my suit jacket, unfastened my watch, and slowly loosened my tie, my movements unhurried. My gaze locked onto him, cold and indifferent.

"Zavier, do you really think you're that important?"

"You call this an apology?" I scoffed. "Do you think your apology has any value?"

"And what makes you think you're any better than me?"

"I'm the president’s special assistant—second only to one, but above thousands."

"What do you think you are? You're just a sales manager!"

"If you weren’t Hyacinth's husband, you wouldn't even be qualified to speak to me!"

With that, he lunged at me.

I barely lifted a foot before he stumbled backward, but the fool wasn’t done. Gritting his teeth, he charged again, this time seizing my arm in a death grip.

"Hit me," he hissed under his breath. "The more you hit me, the more pathetic you'll look in Hyacinth’s eyes. Once you two get divorced, I’ll take your place!"

I chuckled, suddenly losing interest in fighting him. Instead, I patted his shoulder, my tone laced with mockery.

"Kid, have you been binging too many brain-dead TV dramas? Do you really think the world of the rich is a game?"

"What do you mean?"

I shook my head, smiling as if he were a clueless child. "In that case, let’s bring everyone together and have a little chat."

Not long after, Hyacinth’s entire family arrived.

Her parents had always treated me well.

Even though I hadn’t been born into privilege, I had built my own fortune from the ground up. Everything I had, I earned without a single favor from the Duncan family.

Because of this, Hyacinth’s parents had always held me in high regard.

"Tobias, what’s going on here?"

Her father rubbed his hands together, his face tense with unease after hearing about the divorce.

I gestured toward Hyacinth and Zavier. "They’re tangled up with each other. This guy even tried to provoke me into hitting him, thinking I’d look bad in Hyacinth’s eyes. He wanted me to divorce her so he could take my place."

The moment those words left my mouth, her father’s expression darkened like a brewing storm.

Her mother turned to Zavier and scoffed. "A useless man like you, scheming your way up the social ladder with cheap tricks? You actually think you deserve it?"

Her father’s jaw clenched. "I’d rather disown my daughter than let the likes of you into this family!"

Just then, Rohan Duncan arrived—my brother-in-law.

Judging by his cold expression, he already knew everything. He barely spared Zavier a glance before turning to me.

"Brother-in-law, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he disappears."

Zavier paled. Panic flickered in his eyes as he turned to Hyacinth. "Say something!"

But Hyacinth didn’t even look at him.

Tears streaked down her face as she clutched my arm, her voice trembling. "Husband, I really know I was wrong. Please… please give me another chance."

Unwilling to accept it, Zavier snapped, "I refuse to accept this! Tobias and I both came from nothing; why does your family embrace him but not me?"

"Listen carefully!"

"When my brother-in-law was in college, he had already started his own business. Even when his company was small, he refused a single cent of help from us."

"Later, when his business flourished, he willingly stepped down as CEO just to give my sister status!"

"We all witnessed him claw his way from nothing to where he stands today."

"And you?"

"What are you?"

"You seduce a married woman and think that’s your ticket to the top?"

Rohan scoffed. "Let me tell you something that will make you lose all hope: even if my sister were foolish enough to marry you, the Duncan family fortune would never have anything to do with you. Don’t forget, I am the rightful heir!"

Zavier’s face turned ashen, despair sinking into his eyes. Hyacinth didn’t say a word in his defense.

I studied him for a moment before speaking. "The wealthy don’t tolerate fools. No matter the social class, a man with no ability who tries to take shortcuts will always be a failure."

With that, I turned to the Duncan family. "This divorce is final."

Though they looked helpless, they could only take Hyacinth away for now.

I could see it; she didn’t want a divorce. But realizing her mistake now? It was far too late.

As for whether I would feel sad about it?

Years of emotions had long faded, and though a heavy weight pressed against my chest, I refused to let myself suffer.

After a night’s rest, I arrived at the company early the next morning.

An employee approached me and told me that Hyacinth had called a board meeting and that I should head to the conference room as soon as I arrived.

What was she up to now?

Stepping into the conference room, my gaze immediately fell on Zavier, sitting in my seat.

The shareholders exchanged glances, their eyes holding a strange mix of curiosity and unease.

Without a word, I found a seat, leaning back as I turned my attention to Hyacinth, who sat at the head of the table. "What do you want?"

Her expression was ice-cold, her stare sharp. "Tobias, you have two choices. Either resign or stay married to me."

"Divorce." I didn’t hesitate for a second.

Her hands trembled with anger, but her voice remained firm. "Fine. Then I officially announce your dismissal from all positions at Berry Trading!"

Zavier shot me a smug look, a sneer playing on his lips. "Tobias, even if I don’t get anything from her family, this company will still have a place for me in the future!"

"A place for you?"

I let out a soft chuckle, barely sparing him a glance. "What do you amount to?"

Then, with a calm, piercing gaze, I asked, "Do you really think Hyacinth will marry you?"

Zavier, full of confidence, met my eyes without hesitation.

But Hyacinth looked at him, cold and distant. "I already told you—we're just superior and subordinate. Don't overthink it."

"Hyacinth?"

"How can you say that?"

Her gaze remained cold. "Not to mention that nothing ever happened between us, but even if it had, even if I truly divorced Tobias, I would never marry someone like you."

Zavier froze. "What kind of person am I?"

"You’re the kind of man who thinks he can climb to the top by relying on women, aren’t you?"

Hyacinth's gaze was sharp. "I was kind to you because Tobias no longer treated me the way he once did. I only wanted to make him jealous. I even went to the club last night because I knew he would be there. Otherwise, I never let you get close before, so why would I suddenly let you hold me yesterday?"

"You…"

Zavier’s entire world seemed to shatter before his eyes, his confidence crumbling into dust.

Hyacinth no longer spared him a glance. Instead, she turned to me, her voice soft and pleading. "Husband, there was never anything between us. I only wanted to make you jealous. I know I went too far, but you should know how much I love you. Please… give me another chance."

"Divorce."

I met her eyes with steady indifference, my voice emotionless.

Once I decided, I never looked back.

Besides, she disgusted me.

Even if it had all been an act, she had still let Zavier hold her. And for that, I would never forgive her.

Everyone had their limits, and she had long since crossed mine.

"If you insist on divorcing me, then I have no choice but to fire you!" Hyacinth declared. "You built this company from nothing. I know better than anyone how much it means to you!"