Semua Bab Contract Over: You're Free to Go: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Finding a properly registered interior design studio owner in Bellmere was the kind of thing the CEO's office of TRS Group could handle in under ten minutes.At 10:00 am the following day, Louisa gingerly placed a background report on Glimmer Studio and the personal contact details of its owner, Estelle Lockwood, on Teresa's desk. When she set the file down, she didn't even dare look directly at Teresa.Because, honestly, Teresa looked rather terrifying that day.She was still wearing her usual flawless tailor-made business suit, but even the thickest concealer couldn't cover the dark circles under her eyes.She looked like a violin string stretched to its absolute limit—still holding on and not quite snapped, but so tight that the slightest extra pressure would make it thrum with a painful, teeth-grinding shrillness.Teresa stared at the photo on the report. It showed a woman with a sharp, chin-length haircut—the same woman Teresa had accused half a month ago of being Silas' new

Teresa suddenly realized with brutal clarity that what she'd ruined with her own hands wasn't just a marriage. She'd also destroyed a man's pure, unblemished heart that he'd once held out to her."Honestly, I really don't get it." Estelle saw that Teresa was barely holding it together, but she didn't feel much sympathy.As the contractor who'd been dragged into this mess for no reason and lost a prime project, she just found the whole thing absurd."Ms. Sloan, you're razor-sharp in the business world, and you manage hundreds of employees. So how is it that, when it comes to your own marriage, you'd rather believe some random, sketchy, out-of-context photo than believe the person who waits for you at home every day and bends over backward to protect your feelings?"She stood up and slid her laptop into her tote bag with brisk, efficient movements. She had no idea that Teresa and Silas had already reached the point of signing divorce papers. She was simply indignant on Silas' behal

On 5th October, Silas messaged, "Your stomach's been acting up lately. I asked someone to get a batch of low-acid decaf beans and left them in the pantry by your office. Cut back on those iced black coffees from outside—they're really hard on your stomach. "What do you feel like eating tonight? How about I make you something nice and comforting?"Teresa: "Got it. Not coming home. Client dinner."On 20th September, Silas said, "It's almost midnight. Are you still at the office? Come home and get some sleep. The work will still be there tomorrow. Good night."Teresa hadn't replied.On 15th August, Silas texted, "I passed by the flower market today and saw a really pretty peace lily. I bought it and put it in your study. They say it helps absorb radiation from the computer."Teresa still hadn't replied.…Teresa stared at the screen, her fingers frozen in midair.How could this be a married couple's chat history? It was clearly a conversation between an idiot forever talking to

Teresa had no idea how long she sat on the cold floor that night.It wasn't until the night over Bellmere slowly faded outside the huge living room windows, and a lifeless gray light crept over the horizon, that she finally felt like she was surfacing from a long, suffocating dive in deep water.Her legs were completely numb. She felt like thousands of needles were stabbing into every nerve at once.Bracing herself against the edge of the couch, Teresa struggled to her feet. Her knees immediately buckled in protest.The flats on the floor, the anniversary gifts, and the faded sticky notes still lay quietly where they'd fallen. They were like a silent verdict, nailing down three full years of her arrogance and coldness.Teresa walked over to the kitchen island and poured herself a glass of cold water, chugging it down in big gulps. The icy liquid slid down her dry, swollen throat into her stomach, triggering a slight spasm. At the same time, it cleared her head slightly, which felt

"What's there to talk about?" There was finally a slight change in Silas' tone, but it was a clean, decisive kind of finality. "Whatever it is, William already went over it very clearly with your legal team in your conference room a few days ago.""That doesn't count!" Teresa cut him off, her tone urgent. "I never signed the agreement William brought, and I never will! Silas, why don't you want the apartment? Why did you only take that little bit of salary? Are you doing this to punish me?"She tried to drag the conversation back to the compensation logic she was familiar with, as if so long as Silas was willing to name a price, there would still be some loophole she could exploit."It's not a punishment." Silas calmly shattered her self-deception. "I just don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. I've already signed the agreement."His voice rang out so clearly on the other end of the line that it felt like he was standing right in front of her. At the same time, he was