Chapter 4

Nathan froze, his jaw clenched tight.

"Where is he? I'm going to kill him."

I grabbed Nathan's hand and shook my head: "No need. That would only dirty your hands."

Nathan stomped his foot hard on the ground in anger.

But it still wasn't enough to calm him down.

He asked me: "Divorce?"

I nodded without hesitation.

"Could it be a misunderstanding?"

I showed Nathan all the videos and photos saved on my phone.

Even though I said nothing.

Nathan had already made his decision.

He immediately took out his phone and made several calls.

He contacted suppliers connected to Lucas, telling them not to sign contracts that had just been negotiated but not yet signed, not to renew contracts that were expiring, and for contracts not yet expired, to withdraw discounts and charge full market price.

After those few calls.

Nathan took my hand: "Come on, let's go home."

I shook my head, tears still hanging at the corners of my eyes: "Before going home, I want to move out first."

Without hesitation, Nathan drove to the place Lucas and I shared.

Lucas had arranged the residence.

I had nothing worth being attached to.

I'd just lived here for three years, never imagining I'd leave this way.

"If you want this place, I'll get you the best lawyer to help you win it."

"No need. Anything touched by Lucas feels pretty dirty to me now."

Moving out of that villa.

I wanted to wait for Lucas to contact me first, then confront him.

But unfortunately.

A week passed.

He didn't even notice I'd moved out.

He just sent me his usual daily message: [Working late tonight, don't wait up.]

But in reality?

I saw him and Isabella together every day.

Each time brought me such clear pain.

I'd planned to finish my current work before resigning, but one day I was suddenly notified by HR: immediate termination, leave the company at once.

I protested and asked my department supervisor for a reason.

The supervisor only said it was Ms. Rodriguez's decision, that I was "not a good fit for the company culture."

I thought Isabella knew my identity and was deliberately targeting me.

But unexpectedly, Chloe came to me and confessed.

"Someone overheard me calling Ms. Rodriguez a 'homewrecker' that day, and word got out. We've been working overtime constantly these days. It wasn't Mr. Lawson's arrangement—it was Ms. Rodriguez deliberately targeting us. I was done for, but because you kept working overtime with me, I..."

Chloe was crying uncontrollably.

"I really need this job. I'm not as pretty as you, not as smart as you, so I went to Ms. Rodriguez and blamed you for calling her a 'homewrecker.'"

"I thought, I thought Ms. Rodriguez would just not let you stay to work here. I didn't expect her to have security throw you out... I hurt you... I'm sorry..."

I laughed.

Completely out of anger.

Partly angry at my friend's betrayal.

But more angry at Isabella for abusing her power and humiliating people like this.

"It's fine, I forgive you. Stop crying. Thank you for being a good friend to me this time. From now on, I wish you all the best."

With that, I picked up the documents I'd prepared long ago from the desk and started to leave.

Chloe grabbed me, her face hopeful: "What about Ms. Rodriguez..."

I said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll take the blame for this."

Then I raised my head.

And shouted loudly across the entire office: "Isabella is a homewrecker. What, can't even say it out loud!"

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