The company was hosting its Christmas party when my wife, Ivy Clarke, announced in front of everyone that she was gifting her assistant, Zachary Locke, a private jet worth twenty million dollars. Zachary smugly wrapped his arm around her waist and said, “Thank you, Ms. Clarke, for valuing me so highly. I’ll definitely find ways to repay your generosity.” I didn’t make a scene. I simply turned and walked away. Ivy chased after me, berating me: “What are you jealous about? What’s wrong with me giving a jet to my top assistant? You can’t do anything right, and you have the nerve to be upset with me?” I smiled bitterly, not bothering to explain. I did all the work, nevertheless Zachary got all the credit, and she acted completely blind to it. It was time to end this utterly miserable relationship. As soon as I left, I heard Zachary’s grating voice behind me. “Ms. Clarke, perhaps I should return the gift. Your husband seems upset by how much you value me.” Ivy dismissed his concern: “Ignore him! I have nothing but contempt for such a narrow-minded, incompetent man!” She was still the same, always trampling me underfoot. My heart had grown numb; I no longer felt sadness or anger. After leaving the office, I returned to my place and ordered takeout, chewing flavorless stir-fried rice noodles while the company group chat livestreamed the festivities—a lavish dinner and spectacular performances. The irony struck me. I had founded this company with my own hands, however now it belonged to Ivy. All because she once claimed she “lacked security,” I transferred the company to her. Just three Christmases later, she had completely forgotten. Fine. Someone this ungrateful deserved to be put back in her place! After finishing my meal, I prepared for bed. I habitually checked my phone and came across Zachary’s Facebook post: “Ms. Clarke looks so adorable when drunk.” Below was a photo of Zachary carrying Ivy in his arms, walking into a hotel room. Ivy had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her gaze seductive. I felt nothing—I’d expected this all along. As my finger quickly scrolled past the photo, I accidentally liked it. I didn’t bother to unlike it and simply turned off my screen before going to sleep. As expected, Ivy didn’t come home that night. Early the next morning, as soon as I walked into the office, Ivy launched into a tirade. “Marcus Shaw, what are you jealous about? I was just drunk last night. What’s with that passive-aggressive like with all that masculine/feminine energy talk? What’s that supposed to mean?” I shook my head wearily, my tone flat: “It meant nothing. My finger slipped.” Seeing my calm demeanor, Ivy paused momentarily before resuming her accusations about my pettiness. Zachary stood nearby, offering insincere explanations: “Assistant Shaw, please don’t misunderstand. I was merely taking care of Ms. Clarke when she was intoxicated. Nothing else happened.” I ignored him and printed out divorce papers, tossing them to Ivy with a reminder: “Just sign these. We’re getting divorced anyway, so I really don’t care what you two do.” Ivy glanced at the papers before throwing them in the trash with a scoff: “You claim you’re not jealous, still you’re pushing for divorce! You’re the same spineless self as always!” I looked at her coldly, my expression serious: “I’m not being dramatic. If you don’t agree to the divorce, I’ll file a lawsuit.” Ivy’s face darkened immediately. After studying me carefully and realizing I wasn’t joking, her tone grew even more hostile: “Fine, we can divorce, but you won’t get a penny!” I shook my head. How could that be possible? She was the one who cheated, and she expected me to walk away with nothing? She was dreaming! I stated my demands directly—I wanted half of our assets. The company was originally mine, so taking half the shares was perfectly reasonable. Ivy hurled her folder at my head, her attitude utterly arrogant: “Bottom line, you just want money! I won’t let you get away with this. The company is in my name—you can’t take it!” I touched my bleeding forehead, my resolve unwavering: “Then we’ll go to court!” Ivy laughed coldly, her words dripping with sarcasm: “Go ahead! The company has an entire legal team on my side. What do you have?” I smiled mockingly. She’d apparently forgotten that everyone in the company was loyal to me. Even that so-called legal team had been hired with my money.
“What are you smiling at?” Ivy asked with contempt. I reminded her, “Don’t forget, the company was originally mine. You’re just managing it for me.” Ivy was furious, clenching her fists! “Marcus, have you no shame? For three years, I’ve worked tirelessly to build this company!” “If you were managing the company, it would have gone bankrupt long ago!” I couldn’t be bothered arguing with her and simply said, “See you in court!” Then I started packing up the things on my desk. Just then, the office phone rang. Zachary rushed to answer it. After a brief exchange, his brow furrowed. He looked at me angrily and said, “Mr. Hayes is asking for you!” Mr. Hayes was the company’s biggest client and also my junior from school. Half of the company’s orders came from his company, mainly out of respect for me. I picked up the phone and told Mr. Hayes: “I won’t be handling this company’s affairs anymore. I’m planning to resign.” Mr. Hayes paused for a moment, then understood my meaning. “I see. My cooperation with your company should end as well.” The phone was on speaker, and Ivy heard everything clearly. She quickly grabbed the phone and explained to the client: “Mr. Hayes, please don’t do this! Assistant Shaw is being difficult and unprofessional. I’ll fire him!” The client became angry upon hearing this: “What? You want to fire Mr. Shaw?” Ivy was completely confused. “What do you mean, Mr. Shaw? Marcus may be my husband, but he’s just a minor assistant.” “There’s no need to show such respect to this useless person!” The client laughed in anger, no longer willing to be polite, and snapped: “Ivy, who do you think you are? Without Mr. Shaw, do you think I would work with you?” Ivy’s face turned red with anger, but she didn’t dare offend this major client. She could only apologize repeatedly, pleading with him not to terminate their business relationship. Mr. Hayes hung up without showing her any respect. Ivy panicked and kept calling him back. But he had already blocked her. She glared at me with a dark expression. “You useless thing! You’ve offended our biggest client!” “If you don’t get Mr. Hayes’s business back, I’ll fire you!” I had watched and endured her bossy attitude for three years. All because I owed her. Before our marriage, my mother fell seriously ill. She took meticulous care of my mother for a period of time. When my mother was near the end, she agreed to marry me, allowing my mother to die in peace, fulfilling her greatest wish. Because of this debt of gratitude, I transferred the company to her name. I even tolerated her bad temper and all her affairs. But my indulgence made her completely forget who she was. Now, it was time to get life back on track. Holding my packed belongings, I smiled at her sarcastically. “I’ve wanted to quit for a long time. Fire me if you want!” “Even if you don’t fire me, I’m resigning anyway.” With that, I walked out carrying the box. Behind me, Ivy’s shouts echoed. “Marcus, you’ve got some nerve! Walking out just like that?” “This is abandonment of duty! I can withhold all your wages!” I ignored her and quickly left. If I didn’t even want the company anymore, why would I care about those wages? Back at our marital home, I started packing my things. Before our wedding, I had already bought several villas that Ivy knew nothing about. I had planned to surprise her with them after she had our child. But for three years, she always said she was too busy with work and refused to have children. Now, I would be keeping this valuable gift to myself. Just as I finished packing, Ivy returned. Her arrogance from earlier had vanished as she tossed me a prenatal checkup report. “I’m pregnant. What do you think we should do?”
I held the medical report, my face filled with surprise. It bore the official seal of the City Hospital, and the signing doctor was a junior colleague from my medical school. I knew her character well—she wouldn’t falsify examination results. Looking at Ivy’s stomach again, though not very obvious, it was already slightly swollen. Ivy had indeed gained some weight recently. She usually cared so much about her figure; if not for pregnancy, she definitely wouldn’t have allowed herself to gain weight. My mind was full of questions, but I still couldn’t help reaching out to touch her belly. “When did this happen?” Before my mother passed away, she had hoped that Ivy and I would have children soon. I had promised her that we would have our own child as soon as possible. My father died in an accident when I was just a few years old. My mother raised me alone, overworking herself until she passed away before she could enjoy the fruits of her labor. Precisely because both my parents were gone, I especially wanted to have a child soon. Ivy had agreed readily when we got married, but after the wedding, she became a workaholic. Once, she accidentally got pregnant but secretly had an abortion. When I found out, I asked her why she did it without discussing it with me. She said she was still too young, not wanting to be tied down by children so early. She pleaded with me to wait three years, promising she would definitely give me a child then. Since then, I stopped pressuring her about having children. Now, exactly three years later, she had fulfilled her promise. I had planned to tell her about a villa I bought before our marriage, as a gift for her pregnancy. After she gave birth, I would give her two more properties—one for her parents and one for her and the child. As for her affair, for the sake of our child, I could forgive her. But Ivy’s attitude toward the baby was very strange, and her behavior toward me was even more peculiar. She dodged my hand, tightly protecting her stomach. “The baby is already three months along. I’ve been careless and didn’t notice until now.” “Three months?” My voice changed instantly. The idea of giving her the villa vanished from my mind. Three months ago was exactly when Zachary had just joined the company. They had been very close back then, often traveling together for business. She rarely came home and always made excuses to avoid intimacy. At first, I thought she was just too tired. I felt sorry for her and would take cold showers when I couldn’t bear it anymore. Later, I realized she had changed her heart. Her thoughts were all on her new love—how could she still care about her old one? So I endured for three months, hoping to see if things would change, waiting for her to come to her senses. I reminded her repeatedly to turn back before it was too late. But not only did she not listen, she grew to despise me even more. She often belittled me to please Zachary. Three years of marriage couldn’t compete with an assistant who had only been employed for three months. This relationship was far too fragile! “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to acknowledge this child?” “Besides you, I haven’t been with any other man!” Ivy looked flustered, desperately trying to prove the child was mine. Her reaction only confirmed my suspicions! We were husband and wife; her carrying my child should have been the most natural thing. Yet she asked such a question. No wonder she was nervous. During these three months, she had barely spent any nights at home. She was either on business trips or sleeping at the company. I recalled that the only time we were intimate was over two months ago, on the anniversary of my mother’s death, when I got drunk. She rarely came home, but that night she had stayed with me. When I woke up in the morning, we were lying in the same bed with our clothes somewhat disheveled. She complained that I had been too rough the night before and hurt her. But I had no memory of what happened, so I could only let her complain. In the end, I gave her a luxury watch as compensation. Thinking of this, I quickly said: “Of course I believe the child is mine. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you and the baby.” After saying this, I coaxed Ivy into the bedroom to rest. Then I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and called my junior colleague. “Could you help me with something? I need to check if there’s any issue with the baby in Ivy’s womb.”
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