Chapter 4

"I'm treating everyone to dinner tonight. Want to join?" He smiled.

"No time."

I calmly declined and took my things to leave. Behind me came Osman's voice.

"So what if you've been together ten years? It doesn't compare to one glance I give Victoria."

But I didn't respond.

In the afternoon, Osman sent a message in the executive group chat: [I got promoted today, treating everyone to dinner.]

Victoria didn't try to stop it at all. Instead, she took the lead in responding, then sent me a message.

[Collins, don't overthink it.] I didn't reply.

That evening, Victoria and Osman and the others happily dined out.

I was at home packing my luggage.

"Dad."

Diego ran over, tugging at my hand. "Dad, are you leaving? Can you wait a few days?"

"Tomorrow is my birthday. Mom said she'd give me a big surprise. I'll wish for you and Mom to never separate! For Mom not to marry Uncle Osman!"

"She'll definitely agree!"

His little face looked anxious as he spoke incoherently.

"Okay." I nodded gently.

Victoria didn't come home all night. Diego and I stayed awake all night.

"Mom must be preparing my surprise!"

Diego looked out the window and spoke as dawn broke.

But one hour, two hours... until it got dark again, Victoria still hadn't come back.

I couldn't help calling Victoria. "Today is our son's birthday. Where's the surprise you prepared?"

"Oh... it's in the nightstand. Plane tickets to Scandinavia. Take Diego and go travel together!"

Victoria laughed. "I'm too busy today. I'll hang up now."

The call ended abruptly.

I turned and took out the plane tickets from the nightstand.

So Diego had also become an obstacle in Victoria's path to fulfilling her wishes.

Almost simultaneously, Victoria's "girlfriend" account posted on Twitter again.

[Engaged! If you love him, give him everything he wants.]

The attached image was an equity transfer agreement.

I clenched my fists.

For ten years, I worked hard at Victoria Group, doing the work of ten departments by myself.

From rules and regulations to company development direction, from choosing partners to factory locations—everything was painstakingly determined by me.

Yet I only received an ordinary manager's salary!

Now all my achievements were being taken by Osman, who had contributed nothing.

"Dad, Mom's not coming, is she?"

My son's crying voice came through.

I turned back to see my son trembling while holding his phone. On the screen, Osman's daughter Millia had also posted on Twitter.

[Thank you, Mom, for the little cake you made with your own hands!]

For a child, this was undoubtedly a crushing blow.

"Dad, I don't want to stay here anymore. Can you take me with you?"

Diego said through his tears.

"Okay."

I nodded tearfully, packed all the luggage, left the divorce agreement, and led Diego out the door.

We boarded a plane to Scandinavia.

Victoria and Osman held their wedding, spent a few days on their honeymoon, and didn't go home. They went directly back to the company for a regular meeting.

Her eyes swept across everyone present. She asked in confusion, "Where's Collins? Why isn't he here?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"He must be having too much fun."

Victoria muttered, stood up, walked out of the conference room, and called me.

"Hello, Collins!"

"You're never late for work normally. Why didn't you show up for today's meeting? Haven't you come back from Scandinavia yet?"

Hearing her questioning tone.

I couldn't help but laugh coldly. "You've already abandoned this family. Why should I come back?"