Chapter 3

Connie quickly opened the car door and chased after me. She grabbed my arm.

“Dave, don’t take it the wrong way! Didn’t I say that I wanted to buy you a sports car? I’m here to test the car to see if it’s any good!”

Before I could say a word, Pete walked over and smiled innocently.

“Dave, I heard Connie wanted to buy a new car. I’m very interested in sports cars as well, so I came over to learn about it.

“Connie said that since I helped with the proposal, she’s going to buy me a car too! That’s why she’s teaching me.”

I looked at them and snorted.

“What do you have to do with the proposal? What have you contributed?”

I did not hold back.

Pete’s face drained of color as he looked at Connie with pleading eyes.

I did not want to see them put on this pathetic act. I flung Connie’s hand away and walked away.

Connie seemed anxious. She wanted to chase after me when Pete suddenly yelped in pain. “Connie, I sprained my ankle. Ouch!”

Connie stopped in her tracks.

When I reached home, it was pitch-black.

I lay on the bed after taking a shower. Then, I hopped onto social media.

The first post was from Pete.

[Thank you, Ms. Anderson, for the sports car and for teaching me how to operate one. It’s such a lovely experience!]

He posted a photo of them sitting in the sports car in matching racing suits.

After I muted his account, I sent Connie the divorce agreement that I had drafted earlier.

Half an hour passed, but Connie did not respond to me.

It seemed like she did not care enough to respond to my texts anymore.

She was ignoring me. Communication had become unimportant in our seven-year marriage.

I put down my phone and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing.

When I answered the call, the assistant, Greg Smith, sounded really anxious. “Dave, come to the office now! Something bad has happened!”

I ended the call and pushed the blanket aside.

I looked at the spot next to me. There were no wrinkles on the bed sheet.

It meant Connie had not returned home last night.

Even when we were not affectionate anymore and worked different schedules, we would always try not to disturb the other person’s sleep.

We were usually able to tell if the other person had returned home.

She was not even coming home anymore.

I did not dwell in my sadness. I put on my clothes and went straight to the office.

When I reached the office, I found out that one of my old clients had been there to talk about future collaboration.

Pete had taken over the case and ruined the collaboration.

Our client was furious, and he requested that we immediately resolve the issue.

When I heard that, I could feel my temple throbbing.

I was very familiar with this project, so I immediately hopped into action and got into a virtual meeting with the client.

After making many attempts to convince them, they finally gave in. My first crisis was resolved. It was then that I finally could take a break.

I went to the common working area and saw Pete at his desk. I asked coldly, “Who allowed you to take my client?”