I took the box and tossed it into the trash in front of her. "Anything else? I’m going to bed."

Lindsay’s expression darkened. "Don’t be so ungrateful! I’m trying to make peace, and you throw it back in my face! What else do you want from me?"

I slammed the divorce agreement on the table. "Signing this would be the best thing you could do."

Lindsay stared at me, stunned, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

I looked at her directly. "Do I really need to explain? I want a divorce."

Lindsay's eyes burned with fury. "You want to cause trouble, don’t you? You’re doing all of this just to make me fire Nigel, but I won’t do it!"

"Not only will I not fire him, I’ll promote him and give him a raise. I want him to climb higher than you!" she snapped.

I couldn’t help but applaud her imagination. "You really know how to stretch the truth," I replied.

A few months ago, when Nigel first joined the company, I saw him for what he was—a clueless rookie. I suggested to Lindsay that we should fire him before he caused any more trouble.

But Lindsay insisted that Nigel was just a young man starting out, needing more chances to prove himself. She even said that seeing him reminded her of me when I was beginning my career, struggling just like he was.

I knew Nigel was her first love, but I didn’t want to spoil her fun, so I kept quiet.

Yet Nigel kept making mistakes, and every time I pointed them out, Lindsay accused me of being jealous, asking me not to suppress a newcomer.

Hearing my sarcasm, Lindsay stormed out, slamming the door behind her. "Fine, do whatever you want! I won’t fall for it!"

Just as she left, Nigel updated his social media status.

It was a photo of a neck adorned with strawberries, accompanied by the caption: [The mark given by my sister.] Below, colleagues were sending blessings, 99 to be exact.

I didn’t care. I turned around and went back to my room, intending to sleep peacefully.

I also responded to the old friend who had been sending me subtle signals.

The next morning, I submitted my resignation to HR once again. I also sent the divorce agreement to Lindsay’s email.

The email remained marked as unread, while HR hesitated, typing out a message, asking me to come into the office to discuss it.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I overheard a few hushed conversations:

"I heard the president is secretly married. Who’s the guy?"