My Wife vs. a Mango… Guess Who Won?

After all, the project was a gift for my new employer, so I couldn't afford any mistakes. I buried myself in work at the office, working nonstop through the nights.

My coworkers noticed and started whispering among themselves in the group chat that I was not in.

"See, I told you so. Mr. White only makes five thousand dollars a month. He relies on Ms. Johnson for everything. How did he even have the nerve to throw a fit?"

"The company is doing so well now. If it weren't for his connection with Ms. Johnson, we wouldn't even need him here."

"I heard that back when Ms. Johnson was starting the company, he was the one holding her back. Otherwise, the company would have gone public years ago."

Steven screenshotted every one of those messages and sent them to me privately.

He pretended to comfort me. "Jason, I know that marrying someone as capable and sharp as Irie must make you feel insecure. But I have to tell you, a man who only knows how to work can't attract women. They still prefer men like me—young, handsome, and in good shape."

I laughed as I listened to his pretentious voice. "Alright then. I'll have HR fire you tomorrow, so you won't have to worry about failing to attract women."

After that, I blocked him and stopped responding.

…

Ten minutes later, Irene called, clearly ready to give me a piece of her mind.

Her voice was fierce. "Jason, what did Steve do to upset you this time? It took me so much effort to coax him into coming to Parille for a trip so he could forgive your rudeness at the celebration dinner, yet now you've made him upset again. Can't you go a single day without causing trouble?"

Forgive? Who? Me?

I found it amusing. As I printed out the drafted divorce agreement, I asked casually, "When are you and Steven coming back? We need to talk about the divorce."

Irene's breath caught on the other end of the line, and I could hear the anger in her voice through the phone. "Jason, are you done yet? There's a limit to how much pouting and jealousy I'll put up with. If you keep being unreasonable, I'm really going to get angry."

I froze for a moment, then couldn't hold back a laugh. I had already printed out the divorce agreement in black and white. Why would I be afraid of her getting angry now?

"I'll sign the divorce agreement and leave it on your desk. Make sure to check it when you get back."

A loud crash echoed through the phone. Irene kicked a chair across the room, gritting her teeth as she snapped, "Fine. Don't you regret this!"

She hung up on me. I shrugged and signed the divorce agreement.

…

The next morning, the moment I woke up and unlocked my phone, I saw the messages from Irene. She looked like she hadn't slept all night.

At 4:00 am, she even posted a public update on social media. In the photo, Irene and Steven stood before the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, their fingers tightly interlaced. The caption read, "Through seven years of ups and downs, I'm glad that I've had you by my side."

Tens of thousands of comments piled up beneath the post, most speculating about their relationship.

One of the comments read, "It's finally official! Is this the husband Ms. Johnson's been hiding for years?"

Irene didn't respond, but she pinned a shushing-face emoji at the top of the comment section.

Then she posted an announcement in the company's main group chat. "With immediate effect, Steven Carter will take over Jason White's manager position. The Eurentia project will be reassigned to Mr. Carter, and he will attend tonight's launch in Mr. White's place."

She knew that I had been working around the clock for 39 days abroad just for this deal. She also knew that to secure this partnership, I spent my days organizing materials and my nights networking, drinking until I felt like I was going to throw up.

Irene knew exactly how much I had sacrificed for the Eurentia project, yet she still handed it to Steven to force me into backing down.

My phone buzzed with a new message from her. "You still have a chance to admit that you were wrong."

I didn't reply. I set my phone down and went to wash up.

She seemed to forget that I was the one who secured the Eurentia project. The partner didn't care about the company—they only trusted me.

…

After washing up, I went downstairs to grab some breakfast. When I returned, I found that all my things had been thrown out of the office.

My mug and files had been tossed out, and the signed divorce agreement was torn in half. The only thing left was the wedding photo of Irene and me, set carefully on the balcony.

Steven sat proudly in my chair, a mocking grin on his face. "Sorry, Jason. Irie already gave me this office. You can take that spot over there from now on."

He pointed smugly toward the storage room by the restroom, where water was leaking. I didn't bother responding to him and turned to look at Irene, who had stayed quiet off to the side.

She looked like she hadn't slept a wink. Her eyes were bloodshot, yet the corners of her mouth twisted into a wicked grin. "Steve is right. I've already given him the office. But if you withdraw the divorce, maybe I could—"

"No need."

I cut her off and grabbed the wedding photo from the balcony. I met Irene's slightly smug gaze and tossed the photo into the trash. "I don't need this either. You can throw it out, too."

As soon as I finished speaking, I picked up my laptop from the desk and walked out, pretending not to notice the anger burning in Irene's eyes.

…

It was Monday, and I was set to start my new job abroad the next day. I still needed to go back and pack my things.

I didn't attend the launch event that evening. Instead, I stayed home to conduct a final discussion with the Eurentia partner as DM Group's manager.

The moment the deal was confirmed, I received a message from Irene. "I've invited the media to livestream tonight's launch. If you still don't apologize, the Eurentia project will really have nothing to do with you."

I glanced at the message and muted the chat. It was almost time, and I had to get going to catch my flight.

At 7:00 pm, the media began to arrive. The event was being broadcast live across the city.

Steven had spent a fortune on a celebrity makeup artist and was impeccably dressed. He linked arms with Irene and smiled radiantly. Irene wore a gray skirt suit, exuding elegance, but her gaze flicked anxiously across everyone in the audience.

She wondered why I still hadn't shown up. Her initial excitement gradually gave way to anxiety, but the launch had to go on.

Irene pressed her lips together and took the microphone. "Hello everyone, I'm Irene Johnson, CEO of Johnson Corporation. Today's launch is about our company's 'Victoria' project in partnership with GK Group. This project—"

"Hold on!"

A reporter with a badge from an international financial news channel suddenly stood up. "Ms. Johnson, are you certain that it is the Victoria project?"

Irene froze. "Of course. This is our company—"

Irene's assistant rushed onto the stage and whispered frantically in her ear. "Ms. Johnson, something's wrong! Just a minute ago, DM Group issued an official statement. The Victoria project has been taken over by them, and Mr. White has joined their team."