Chapter 6
Even as Michael kept rambling on, I ignored him and walked away with firm steps.
Just before stepping out the door, I turned back and said, in an almost businesslike tone, “I know you’re a busy lawyer, so I’ve already booked your schedule for three days from now.
“I suggest you don’t be late for our final meeting.”
After I left, panic overtook Michael.
His only bargaining chip was now useless. He couldn’t think of anything else to keep me. So, he immediately called HR.
“What’s going on with Yvonne?” His tone was harsh, making the HR personnel flustered and confused.
Usually, he wouldn’t care about routine resignations as long as work handovers were complete.
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“Please don’t worry, Mr. Grant. Ms. Jefferson has completed all her tasks. Her departure won’t affect anything. This resignation was approved by you personally. Is there an issue?”
Michael rubbed his temples. He vaguely remembered signing something like that recently.
But, at that time, he had been too wrapped up in Natasha, enjoying their overseas rendezvous,
and had completely forgotten about those “trivial” documents.
He never imagined Yvonne’s resignation letter would be tucked among them.
At the firm, Yvonne usually handled everything that wasn’t critical. Michael would just sign off and leave the rest to her.
It was precisely because she was so capable, he had more time to dote on Natasha.
To avoid gossip, he had never publicly acknowledged me as his wife. That was why my resignation went through so smoothly.
His silence made HR uneasy. “Mr. Grant? Are you okay? Ms. Jefferson’s contact is still in our system. I can try to reach her and relay your message.”
But Michael fell into a long silence before saying with a scoff, “Yvonne is my wife. I don’t need you to find her contact for me. Forget it. Talking to you time.”
He hung up, exhaustion and irritation flooding over him.
HR was left stunned. They’d never imagined Yvonne, who was always so busy and unassuming, was actually the boss‘ wife.
is a
waste of
One of my former colleagues couldn’t resist messaging me directly. “Yvonne, you really kept your relationship such a secret! Oh, no… I should be calling you Mrs. Grant!”
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I saw the message and smiled bitterly, replying, “You’re too late. I’m no longer Mrs. Grant. I filed for divorce not long ago. I’m free now, completely to
Mr. Grant.”
I guess my departure really shook Michael.
He had hidden my identity for years. Now, thanks to his own carelessness, it had come to light. And everything he did with Natasha was now on full display for the company.
That was good.
I will let his subordinates see clearly what kind of man they were working for.
