Chapter 2
That afternoon, I went straight to HR to submit my resignation.
The HR manager looked up and was surprised to see me.
“Ms. Jefferson, are you really sure about this? You’ve worked with M
“We’ve always said that even if the firm collapsed, you’d be the last to leave. Why the sudden decision…”
Grant the longest.
She didn’t finish her sentence.
I lowered my eyes.
Up until yesterday, I had the same thought.
I had been there with Michael from the very beginning, building the firm from scratch. We worked hard together and fought side by side.
When we got our first case, he used the commission to bring me to a fancy restaurant.
That night, on the 54th floor, overlooking the city below, he hugged me and said, “I’m so lucky to have you by my side in this lifetime.”
I forced a small smile. “Everyone has their path. I’ve made my decision.”
The HR manager looked at me, eyes filled with regret. “Well, if that’s what you want… I wish you all the best.”
I nodded gently in thanks and left the office.
Just as I got back to my desk, my phone chimed. It was a notification of a new post by Natasha.
The picture showed Michael sleeping peacefully, his face serene in the morning light.
In the caption, she wrote, “Drank too much last night. Thank goodness someone personally took care of me. Giving him a strawberry as a reward.”
Afraid I’d miss it, she even tagged me.
This wasn’t the first time.
Of her ten recent posts, three directly mentioned me, and the other seven were set to visible to me only.
In the past, I’d get easily enraged by her little provocations.
I had fought with Michael and thrown tantrums. However, he’d brushed it off each time.
“Tasha and I are just friends with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty.”
Michael was sure of my love for him. He was so sure that I wouldn’t leave him. That was why he hurt me so fearlessly.
1 smiled, but my heart was a mess.
Suddenly, a colleague exclaimed beside me, “Look! Mr. Grant’s girlfriend is here.”
I looked up to see Natasha striding into Michael’s office in heels, swaying her hips. Soon after, the office blinds came down, cutting off the view.
I looked down, and my thoughts drifted to the past.
There was once when Michael had pinned me to the office desk.
His eyes were wild, gleaming with excitement as he said, “Don’t you think this feels like an affair? It’s so thrilling.”
His sweat dripped onto me as he held me and whispered gently, “When we have the wedding, I’ll announce our relationship to the world.”
Now, I laughed at how pathetic I was for falling for his sweet words again and again–getting fooled 32 times.
But now, with the divorce papers and resignation letter in my bag, I will not be fooled again.
