I glanced at my phone. The ticket confirmation was still on the screen.

I was going home soon.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

“You're right. I was being unreasonable.”

“It won't happen again.”

When he saw my reaction, his expression went blank for a split second.

I figured he'd been bracing for me to do what I always did:

demand to know when we were getting married,

demand to know why he and Eileen Fletcher were still so tangled up,

but the one thing he hadn't expected was me conceding.

After a few seconds of silence, he tossed out a “Suit yourself” and left.

He didn't come home that night.

The next morning I went to work as usual.

I could let go of Ronald, but Panorama Era had every ounce of my blood and sweat poured into it.

Even if I was leaving, I needed to make sure everything at the company was in order first.

Besides, I'd still be collecting steady dividends year after year.

I was in the middle of figuring out who to promote as my replacement on the front lines so I could manage things remotely when Renee Dickerson appeared at the elevator bank, her face drained of color.

She was a company veteran who'd been in the trenches with me through more deals and meetings than I could count.

I had never seen her look this rattled.

“Ms. Whitmore, last night we were sending the pricing proposal to Mr. Hull. Assistant Fletcher said he was asleep and that she'd handle the handoff.”

“But she accidentally sent our bottom-line pricing sheet to the client along with it.”

“Now the client's demanding we cut twenty percent, and our gross margin is only thirty.”

Her voice cracked.

“We've been working this project for six months. If we keep going, we're eating the loss. If we walk away, we lose the client for good.”

I nodded as she spoke and pushed open the door to Ronald's office.

Eileen was lying on her side on the sofa bed while Ronald spooned sugar water into her mouth, one careful sip at a time.

That sofa bed was the same one Ronald had bought for me back when we first started the company,

back when he'd had to force me to rest.

He'd said：“My office is your personal lounge.”

So even when the company relocated and we bought our own building and renovated from scratch,

I'd had that sofa bed moved here with everything else.

Now another woman was stretched out on it, and he was at her side, tending to her like something precious.

Just the way he'd once tended to me.

Something caught in my chest, but strangely, it didn't hurt anymore.

The moment Eileen saw me, she sat up.

“Aria, please don't misunderstand. I felt so guilty that I fainted, and that's the only reason Ronald was giving me sugar water.”

I still remembered that the first time she met Ronald, she'd called him "brother-in-law." Somewhere along the way, it had become just "Ronald."

I didn't acknowledge her. I walked straight to Ronald's desk and slapped the report down in front of him.

“At the client's current asking price, if we want to keep this project, we lose $170,000.”

I swept my gaze over both of them.

“Which one of you is covering that?”

Eileen's eyes reddened instantly.

“It's all my fault. I just didn't want to wake Ronald up because I felt bad about how exhausted he was.”

“I'll go find Mr. Lee right now. I'll beg him if I have to!”

Ronald stared at the file with a deep frown but made no move to stop her.

Renee and I stood right where we were, and neither of us lifted a finger either.

Eileen froze, stuck. She'd backed herself into a corner and had nowhere to go.

I folded my arms and watched her.

“Eileen, crying and begging don't close deals.”

She tossed aside the cashmere blanket and took two steps before crumpling to the floor.

The performance was so clumsy that engaging with it would've been an insult to my own intelligence.

But Ronald, the man hailed as a business genius, bought every second of it.

He helped Eileen up and settled her gently back onto the sofa.

“Aria, you always have to be so aggressive.”

“Does the whole world have to revolve around you?”

I freed one hand and rapped my knuckles on the desk.

“Cut the crap that has nothing to do with the project. $170,000. What's your plan?”

His eyes were bloodshot.

“If taking the job means losing money, then we drop the client!”

I let out a cold laugh.

“Do you even remember how many drinks we had, how many all-nighters we pulled to land this client in the first place?”

“And beyond this one project, we have other contracts with them! If we walk away, how many more $170,000 losses are we looking at?”

“Ronald, have you completely lost your mind?”

He shot me an impatient glance, muttering “so petty” under his breath,

and then,

pulled out a bank card and flung it in my face.

“It's just $170,000. I'll cover it for her. Happy now?”

My cheek stung, but I was eerily calm.

The boy who once thought a twelve-dollar plate of fried rice was too expensive,

now tossing around $170,000 without blinking.

He'd already forgotten how many people's livelihoods were in our hands.

This was never just about the money.

Or maybe he knew. He just didn't care.

Since he didn't care about $170,000,

what about a hundred times that?

I wanted to see if he'd be just as indifferent then.

I met my best friend Natalie Simmons for afternoon tea.

She hadn't even finished cursing Ronald out when I got a message from Renee.

“Ms. Whitmore, get back to the office now!”

The moment I reached my office door,

I saw Eileen directing people to move my desk.

Contracts, documents, all of it scattered across the floor.

Years of work, built up piece by piece.

Who the hell did she think she was?

“Put everything down. Now!”

I closed the distance in three strides and slapped Eileen across the face.

“Who told you to touch my things?”

Eileen clutched her cheek, but her eyes were defiant.

“Ronald said you lost a major deal and don't deserve this office anymore. He wants you working in one of the cubicles out in the open area.”

He must have heard the commotion.

Ronald showed up.

He took one look at the mess on the floor, and something flickered in his eyes.

“Eileen, I told you to notify her. Who said you could move her stuff?”

Eileen lowered her hand, revealing the red handprint on her cheek, and looked up at Ronald with wide, pitiful eyes.

He caved instantly.

“Aria, this was my call. If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me.”

“But rules are rules. Eileen sent the bottom-line pricing, sure, but it was someone on your team who handed it to her. You bear direct responsibility.”

He sighed, placing both hands on my shoulders.

“I saw you bought a plane ticket.”

“I can't go back with you, though.”

“Why don't you use this as a chance to take a few days off and visit home, hm?”

I shook his hands off.

“Who asked you to come? I'm going home because……”

He scoffed：“To find a husband?”

“Drop the threats. Eileen already told me. Your village doesn't have any tradition about women having to go back and marry by thirty.”

Eileen chimed in：“Aria, don't blame me for telling him. I just couldn't stand watching you lie to him anymore.”

I looked her over, calm and measured.

A designer suit. Chanel earrings. A Louis Vuitton bag.

None of it matched her salary,

and all of it was a far cry from the girl I'd first met.

Back then, she'd been grateful to the point of tears because I'd paid her tuition.

I bought her first outfit for college.

I went with her to open her first bank account.

The first time she ever had a buffet, I was the one who took her.

She told me once that when she made something of herself, she'd repay me.

And now here she was, draped over my boyfriend's arm,

dressed head to toe in things he'd bought her, telling me she felt sorry for him because I'd been taking advantage of him.

Even if it meant throwing away my own dignity, I was done saving theirs.

I pulled a stack of printed pages from my bag.

And read them out loud in front of every single colleague：

“Three months ago, my boyfriend booked a hotel room with you. The room and the condoms came to $580.”

“Two months ago, he bought you a limited-edition handbag worth $1,020.”

“One week ago, he bought you a ring worth $12,600.”

……

“Every single item has receipts and photos. So go ahead, tell me. Who's the one getting played here?”

Whispers rippled through the office,

and more than a few colleagues weren't bothering to hide their disgust.

Ronald's face cycled between white and red.

I directed people to move my things back to their original places,

and even when Ronald tried to stop them, no one listened.

Renee went a step further, her voice dripping with sarcasm：“Ms. Whitmore, let me spray some rubbing alcohol around your office. Reeks of homewrecker in here. Can't even breathe!”

She sprayed it all over both of them.

In the end, Ronald could only manage a few sputtering repetitions of “Fine, fine, you all just wait!”

Then he grabbed Eileen and left.

I'd barely sat down after putting everything back in order when my phone rang. It was Elder Hargrove.

“Aria, are you sure you're coming home?”

“If you're sure, I'll have the Pruitt boy meet you at the train station.”

A smile spread across my face for the first time in a long while.

“Already bought my ticket, but don't tell Grandma Millie yet. I want to surprise her!”

Elder Hargrove's voice brightened instantly.

He said "wonderful" about three times before hanging up.

Our village didn't actually have any tradition about marrying by thirty, but my grandma was eighty years old.

She couldn't afford to wait.

Ever since the fallout between Ronald and me,

the two of them had grown bolder by the day.

As if they were finally free to stop hiding,

or as if they wanted to rub it in.

They were inseparable around the office.

Whenever Ronald attended an event, his plus-one was now Eileen.

She'd even started playing boss's wife at the company, ordering colleagues around like they answered to her.

Just waiting for me to leave so she could slide right into my seat.

Renee couldn't stand them and vented to me about it more than once.

I patted her on the shoulder.

“Hold steady. Let her have her fun.”

By the fifth time Eileen tried to provoke me and I refused to take the bait,

she finally couldn't keep up the act.

She barged into my office without knocking.

“Ronald doesn't want you anymore. Why are you still clinging to this place?”

I casually reached over and straightened the lapel of her brand-new designer blazer.

My tone couldn't have been more indifferent：

“Men. Their love follows their money.”

“You do know I own forty-nine percent of this company, right? How much do you own?”

“Tell you what, let's make a bet. If he's willing to give you ten percent of his shares, I'll forfeit mine and walk out the door.”

“If he won't, then you're the one walking. Deal?”

The color drained from her face.

But she still nodded：“Deal! Don't come crying when you lose!”

A few days later, Eileen walked into my office with Ronald in tow.

She slapped a share transfer agreement down on my desk.

I looked at clause two: fifteen percent, transferred to her name. I laughed out loud.

“Aria, quit the act. Pack your things and get out!”

Ronald glanced at me, just a flicker of something uneasy in his expression.

“Aria, don't blame me for siding with her. It's just a bet. Think of it as a consolation prize for the girl.”

Then he shifted gears.

“But we're businesspeople. Our word is our bond. Even a private wager deserves an honest payoff.”