Her tone shifted, now tinged with frustration. “What are you so upset about? Fine, leave the press conference in a mood if you must, but divorce? What did I do to offend you this time?”
"If you’re upset because I didn’t clarify things with Nigel at the press conference, I’ll find an opportunity to explain it later."
Seeing a slight change in my expression, Lindsay quickly continued:
"You have no idea what happened after you left. A few major clients you negotiated with suddenly started backtracking, and one of them even said he’s considering pulling his investment."
She hesitated, then added, "Nigel doesn’t have enough experience to handle this mess. Can you come with me tomorrow to visit them and smooth things over, okay?"
She lightly tugged at my arm, her tone soft, almost playful, as though trying to charm me.
But I wasn’t moved. I looked at her with a sharp, mocking smile. "So, the real reason you’re here is to get me to clean up your mess?"
There was a time when I cared deeply for Lindsay. Back then, if she lowered her head and acted sweetly, I would’ve done anything for her, no matter how difficult.
But now, that fire—my passion, my devotion—had long since burned out.
For the first time, I felt calm, truly calm. And in that calm, I saw everything more clearly.
How had I been so blind?
All these years, was she with me because she loved me? Or simply because I was useful to her?
Lindsay’s face darkened, and her tone turned sharp. "How can you even think of me that way? What do you mean by cleaning up my mess? Don’t you have a stake in the company? Don’t you share in the profits? Isn’t it your responsibility to work for the company?"
Lindsay always shifts the narrative, raising the stakes with each argument. But I wasn’t buying it this time.
Instead of wasting more time in a pointless argument, I just wanted to get some rest.
"Wait!" Lindsay said with a sigh. "I can’t do anything with you."
She pulled a box from her bag. "This is a shirt clip for you. Don’t be angry. I didn’t come back to fight with you. Can you calm down?"
Looking at the shirt clip, I almost laughed.
High-end suits always come with a shirt clip, and I’d just seen Nigel wearing one. He had proudly said that the gift was just a small gesture, not matching the value of the expensive suit.
Now, Lindsay was using the same gift to try to calm me down. The irony wasn’t lost on me.