She Regrets Settling Down Too Early

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential."

She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours.

When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!"

Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife.

I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president."

I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

I, Alexander Vaughn, and Kameron Lambert were financially independent.

In the divorce agreement lying on my desk, the only thing I asked for was the marital home.

I planned to talk about it after getting home.

Elliot Gray walked in at the worst possible time.

"Mr. Vaughn, HR sent me to talk to you about updating my status to a full-time employee."

The human resource department sent him to me because they couldn't decide between Kameron, the CEO, and me, the Vice President.

I no longer gave him the cold shoulder like I used to, back when he hung around Kameron with questionable motives.

I just calmly took the report. "You can leave now."

However, Elliot planted himself firmly on the couch. "This office is so big. Mr. Vaughn, don't you think this will soon be my office?"

He tapped the backrest of the couch, as if he were certain about it.

Ignoring him, I called the security. "Have two of you come here. Someone's refusing to leave my office."

When Elliot saw that I wasn't going to lay a hand on him and give him the chance to play the victim, his expression shifted slightly.

But he calmed himself and started mocking me again, "Seriously? You're so petty, Mr. Vaughn. I'm just sitting here, and you want to throw me out? Ms. Lambert won't be happy if she hears about this!"

I didn't respond.

Ever since Elliot joined the company, all he had done was cozy up to Kameron and wander around aimlessly.

There was not a shred of professionalism in him.

He would play the innocent flirt in front of others, but he liked to provoke me.

Although Kameron and I were in a secret marriage, our interactions—both intentional and unintentional—made us look like spouses, which inevitably stirred speculation.

That vague tension lasted eight years.

But it couldn't compete with the blatant favoritism Kameron had shown Elliot these past six