Chapter 2

To fulfill the secret marriage contract, Juliet moved from the master bedroom to the guest room.

Besides that, she made things crystal clear: I wasn't allowed to ride in the same car with her.

I wasn't allowed to talk to her at the company, could only call her "boss."

And the relationship between her and Collins was just an act—I wasn't allowed to make a big deal out of it.

After giving her instructions, Juliet disappeared for three days.

It wasn't until I took a day off for a fever that she bothered to call me:

"Taking time off after just a few days of work—isn't that a bit dramatic?"

"You'll have to go to the hospital yourself. I'm still on a business trip, no time to take you."

It was the expected result. I answered groggily with a "mm-hmm."

But the moment I finished speaking, a familiar male voice came through the phone:

"Juliet, come help me tie my necktie!"

Although Juliet hung up quickly, I still heard her hurried footsteps rushing over.

Opening Collins's Instagram again, I saw he'd changed his profile picture to a photo with Juliet.

I remembered when we were dating, I always pestered her to post couple photos of us on Instagram.

But she always had countless reasons to refuse me:

Troublesome, childish, tacky...

For some reason, she went crazy sending me messages and calling me.

I only replied with one line: 【Right now is my rest time. Please understand, boss.】

After finishing my IV, I returned to the company.

My colleagues were as indifferent as ever, piling work all over my desk.

Probably in their minds, I was just a lucky guy taken in by Juliet after getting out of prison, so I should bear more responsibility.

I adjusted my mood and packed all the couple's items from the storage cabinet into a black garbage bag.

If I'd known earlier they'd never see the light of day, I wouldn't have worked so hard to bring them to the company.

I was about to go throw them away when Juliet came back unexpectedly.

Before I could react, she furiously dragged me all the way to the stairwell.

Juliet saw the garbage bag in my hand, her face darkening:

"You have time to pack up trash but no time to return my calls?"

The strong smell of men's cologne on her made me involuntarily step back, saying indifferently:

"I sent a message back."

At these words, Juliet seemed to ignite like a flame, demanding:

"Why did you call me 'boss' in the text?"

What was the difference between on the phone and in reality?

She was the one who told me to do it, so why was she unhappy when I did?

Seeing that I had no intention of explaining, she let out a cold laugh:

"You know I don't like petty men. You'd better not turn into someone I hate."

With that, she snatched the bag from my hand and threw it forcefully on the ground.

In the resounding crash that echoed through the stairwell, she strode away.

Looking at the shattered couple's photo and matching mugs, my heart trembled.

Just like our years of feelings would eventually shatter into pieces.

I cleaned up the fragments and called a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.

After getting the document, I went to the print room to make a copy.

Just as I'd psyched myself up and was about to knock on the door, Juliet opened it first.

Meeting her cold gaze, I calmly handed over the document:

"Sign it when you have time."

But Juliet didn't even glance at it, flipping straight to the last page and signing.

Then she handed it back casually and instructed:

"Come with me to a business dinner later. Be smart about it—remember to drink with the clients."

I was puzzled. Juliet's alcohol tolerance was exceptional, so why would she need me to drink with clients?

Before I could ask, I saw Collins emerge smugly from behind her:

"You're so thoughtful! You even remembered I have a cold and can't drink!"