A while ago, Veronica had complained that her office felt eerie, that strange noises kept happening.
So I’d taken off the pendant and hung it in her office. From that day on, everything went quiet.
But now? She didn’t deserve to keep it.
As I entered her office, I saw Dariel playing with a little girl.
“President Miguel,” he greeted with a grin. “You’re finally back. Nothing matters more than a happy family. Come, take a look at your daughter.”
“She’s adorable—how could you bear to walk away from her?”
He walked over with the child in his arms.
“Move,” I said with a frown of pure disgust.
“She’s your daughter,” Dariel insisted, his voice rising. “You won’t even spare her a glance?”
“Get out of my way!” I shoved him aside impatiently and walked straight in to retrieve the pendant.
I turned.
Dariel and the girl had both fallen to the floor.
At that exact moment, Veronica walked in with several senior executives and saw everything.
She rushed to the child, checking her from head to toe. Only when she confirmed there were no injuries did she breathe a sigh of relief.
“What happened?” she asked, eyes darting between me and Dariel.
Dariel hung his head. “I just wanted President Miguel to look at his daughter, but he refused. He pushed me... I wasn’t steady on my feet, and I fell.”
What?
Before I could react, Veronica slapped me hard across the face.
"You've become heartless!" she screamed. “That’s your own daughter!”
“She’s barely a year old. What if she had been seriously hurt?”
My face remained indifferent. “Say whatever you want. Even if she had died from the fall—it’s not my problem.”
Her expression collapsed.
Tears streamed down her face.
Dariel pointed at me, shaking with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Cursing your own daughter to die? You’re beyond help!”
“Enough,” Veronica choked out, trembling with fury. “I’m done.”
“Get out.”
“Get out of my life! I can raise our daughter on my own. She doesn’t need a father like you.”
“We’ll settle this in court.”
Veronica's final words were practically screamed at the top of her lungs.
I didn’t respond. I simply turned and walked away.
Not long after, news of my divorce with her exploded online.
One exposé after another flooded the internet.
Some claimed I was keeping dozens of mistresses.
Some said I was a regular at shady clubs.
Others even alleged I had an illegitimate child.
Photos were posted as so-called evidence.