I Listened for Once, and He Broke for Good

When I submit my resignation letter, my boyfriend, Daniel Carter, happens to have an arm around the new intern, Kimberley Lester, while teaching her how to secure a deal that's worth ten million dollars.

After he's done with his lesson, he finally spares my resignation letter a glance.

"What are you on about this time, my dearest sales champion?"

I reply calmly, "I've already transferred all details of the company's clientele to others. I don't want any bonuses and commissions of this quarter. In fact, I've already had the finance department recall the funds and list it as the company's funds."

Daniel is stunned for a moment. But he still thinks that I'm trying to gain his attention by sacrificing my own benefits.

"You don't want money, huh? Then what do you want? You want me to fire Kimmy? Or you want me to give you some of the company's shares?"

He passes a cup of coffee to me, thinking that I'll act the same way I did in the past—that I'll endure everything and keep working my ass off for the sake of my sales team.

But I just shake my head.

Now, I just want Daniel to watch his company fall into bankruptcy.

"Maggie."

Kimberley Lester interjected with a sweet tone, flaunting the limited-edition handbag dangling from her wrist. It was a handbag I had bought with my bonus from last quarter.

"Mr. Carter has said before that the company can't do without you, but relying on you alone to carry everything is a little too risky. I'd like to help share the burden," Kimberly said.

Daniel Carter patted her hand approvingly. "See? Kimmy is so considerate. Margaret Sinclair, stop being so difficult. There's a dinner tonight, and Mr. Ashford specifically asked for you to attend.

"Take Kimmy along to show her the ropes and close this deal while you're at it. Count it toward her performance. I'll reimburse your commission privately."

It was the same old story. In the past, I had always swallowed my pride and endured in silence to keep the team together and protect the company we co-founded—a company I deeply cared about. But this time, I refused to take the coffee he offered.

"I'm not going," I said.

Daniel's hand froze in midair, and his expression darkened instantly. "You're not going?"

He sneered and brandished his phone. "Margaret Sinclair, your mom is still in the ICU, isn't she? I still have her medical expense approval for this month sitting on my desk. The finance team told me the funds won't be released without my signature. Are you sure you want to throw a tantrum at me right now?"

I glared at his smug face as my chest tightened. Mom was my weakness, and she was also the sole reason I drove myself so hard to make money.

When I stayed silent, Daniel grinned triumphantly, convinced that he had me under control again. "That's more like it."

He casually tossed my resignation letter into