"Is there a distinction between mental and physical infidelity?"

I replied calmly, "Fine. Jane, let's divorce. This is my stance. You should prepare yourself as well."

With that, I changed into my attire and departed.

Upon reaching the company, I delved straight into work.

The entire design department orbited around me, yet I was confined to a modest workstation.

I had signed a contract. Until the current project was concluded, I could not resign without consequence.

At that moment, a seductive woman in a black silk miniskirt approached. She was Josh's secretary, named Mona Smith.

Mona casually tossed a folder onto my desk and declared domineeringly, "Justin, your draft was rejected. You're highly compensated, yet you can't even produce a decent design? I truly wonder why the company retains a loser like you."

She was Josh's pawn, berating me daily, only for Josh to then play the savior, ultimately garnering credit with Jane by claiming he had helped me.

I was too numb to engage, not even sparing her a glance.

The design I had submitted to Josh was merely a placeholder. After all, the projects I handled were critical to the company and required final approval from the board. Josh had no authority to decide.

Mona seized my cup and drenched me, the water cascading over my head. She shouted, "Can't you hear me?"

No matter how composed I was, her actions incited my ire. Yet, as I rose, a piercing pain seized my heart.

My heart had been troubled lately due to Jane. Mona's provocation had triggered a sudden onset of illness.

I frantically searched my pockets for my medication, but it eluded me.

"What's with that look? Are you feigning illness just because I spoke to you? How despicable!"

Mona sneered.

My colleagues in the design department dared not intercede, for Mona was adept at making life difficult for others.

At that moment, Josh emerged. Mona promptly stepped forward. "Mr. Grey, look at Justin. I merely spoke a few words to him, but he splashed water on himself and pretended to be unwell."

Josh smiled and said, "Justin, though you are a technical cornerstone, you must also commit to your work. It's not right to feign illness."

Then, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Are you having a heart attack? Justin, why don't you just die of anger? Once you're gone, I'll marry Jane."

"You..."

The pain in my heart intensified, and I collapsed into the chair.