Chapter 3

Jane's POV

Less than a minute after I sent the text, the call came through.

I glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door, pressed answer, and brought the phone to my ear.

On the other end, Tristan's mother Margaret's voice carried barely concealed elation and condescending arrogance.

"You've finally come to your senses?"

"Of course the offer still stands! You're a driver's daughter. Even if Tristan protects you now, you'll never be accepted into the Fuller family."

"Tristan has already formed a marriage alliance with Sarah. The Morrison family shares are crucial to the Fullers. I absolutely will not allow you to stay by his side and get in the way."

"Tomorrow morning at ten, come to the café in the south district. We'll sign the agreement."

"Alright."

I nodded.

After hanging up, I deleted the call record completely.

The next morning, Tristan went to the company.

I put on light makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes and arrived at the appointment on time.

In the tea room, Margaret's well-maintained face was full of disdain.

She pulled out an already prepared agreement from her bag and pushed it in front of me.

"Sign this, and there's no going back. You'll get fifteen million upfront. The rest will be wired once you're gone for good."

Margaret picked up her teacup and took a sip, her sharp gaze fixed on me.

"Jane, once you take the money, you can never appear before Tristan again for the rest of your life. If I find out you're playing any tricks, I have plenty of ways to make your life a living hell."

I lowered my eyes and looked at the string of zeros on the agreement.

Thirty million.

My five years of youth, five years of wholehearted devotion-turns out they'd been priced all along in the Fuller family's eyes.

Of course I wouldn't appear again.

This lifetime, next lifetime-I never wanted any connection with Tristan Fuller again.

Without the slightest hesitation, I picked up the pen on the table and decisively signed my name on the last page.

Seeing me put pen to paper, Margaret finally relaxed and put the agreement in her bag.

"I'll give you one month. Whether you go to another city or abroad, after one month, I don't want to see you here anymore."

"Don't worry."

I stood up.

"I'll disappear completely."

After leaving the tea room, I didn't return to the company. Instead, I found an internet café and booked a private booth.

Making it so Tristan could never find me was actually quite simple.

The Fuller family had deep military and political roots going back generations, but they also had a fatal weakness.

For three generations, direct members of the Fuller family had been strictly forbidden from leaving the country, let alone immigrating.

As long as I left this country, even if Tristan had eyes everywhere, he couldn't cross that red line.

I sat at the computer for a full four hours, reviewing massive amounts of immigration information.

Finally, I locked my sights on New Zealand.

The climate there was mild, the land vast with few people, and most importantly, it was over ten thousand kilometers away.

After deciding on the destination, I contacted a top-tier immigration agency.

"Jane, your qualifications meet New Zealand's skilled migration requirements. But going through normal procedures will take most of a year."

The agent said, flipping through my materials.

"I'm in a hurry."

"If we go through the expedited channel, money is no object. How soon can it be done?"

The agent's eyes lit up.

"If funding is in place, we can go through special channels. At most twenty days, and the visa will be approved."

"Good. Process that one."

After paying the deposit, I walked out of the agency office.

The sunlight was so bright I could barely open my eyes.

Twenty days.

That was my final countdown by Tristan's side.

In the afternoon, I returned to Fuller Group.

I was Tristan's executive assistant, the only one in the entire office who could make decisions on his behalf.

When I handed my resignation letter to the HR director, the other party was so shocked their jaw nearly dropped.

"Jane, you... aren't you getting married to Mr. Fuller next month? Why are you resigning now?"

I smiled.

"Wedding preparations are exhausting. Tristan feels bad for me, so he's letting me go home and be a full-time wife."

The HR director had an epiphany, offered repeated congratulations, and readily approved my resignation.

Walking out of the Fuller building carrying a cardboard box, I looked back at the towering structure.

Five years.

I accompanied Tristan from a wheelchair to standing, accompanied him as he built this empire.

Now, I was going to throw all of this, along with that man, straight into the garbage.

That evening, when Tristan came home and saw the cardboard box in the entrance, he paused.

Learning that I'd resigned, not only did he not get angry, he actually hugged me from behind, his face full of affection.

"You should have resigned long ago. From now on, just stay home obediently and be my Mrs. Fuller. I'll take care of you for life."

I leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, finding it utterly ironic.

Mrs. Fuller?

Was that the joke holding a fake marriage certificate, deceived by everyone?