Snow Fell, I Walked Away: He Came Back Too Late

Celine Fairmont was the top negotiation specialist in the police force. In ten years on the job, she had never failed a single case.

On one call, she found a young woman sitting on a windowsill, sobbing as she claimed her boss had taken advantage of her.

At a glance, Celine recognized her. It was Lydia Vale, her husband's personal assistant.

Celine's face went ashen, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Hey, don't do anything rash. Talk to me. Whatever it is, we'll help you."

The young woman glanced at Celine, then burst into louder sobs. "I told him I wouldn't be a mistress, but he forced me anyway! He took me home while I was drunk… I couldn't even get out of bed for three days and nights. I don't want to live anymore!"

She sniffled, yet not a single tear fell. If anything, there was a faint trace of… satisfaction on her face.

Celine was about to speak again when murmurs from the crowd caught her attention.

"Her again? I'm sick of this, even if she isn't."

"Exactly. She pulls this stunt every few days, always for ridiculous reasons. Last time, she said her boss insisted on giving her jewelry and it stressed her out so much she wanted to die. Before that, she claimed getting promoted to assistant made her a target at work. And yet she never actually goes through with it. Her boss shows up, and suddenly they're back to being all lovey-dovey. Honestly, who knows if she wants to die or just sleep her way to the top?"

As the words fell, a commotion broke out nearby.

Everyone turned, their expressions shifting into knowing looks.

Celine stood frozen, her nails digging deep into her palm.

Because the man stepping out of the car… was Adrian Lennox, her husband.

Bodyguards in black cleared the crowd. Adrian, dressed in a tailored suit, walked forward with a bouquet in hand.

His eyes were fixed only on Lydia on the windowsill. He didn't even notice Celine standing among the crowd.

"Baby, this is all my fault. I lost control. These are your favorite pink roses, and I've transferred a mansion into your name. Please forgive me."

The scene… looked almost like a proposal.

Standing there, Celine felt her heart sink to the very bottom.

After ten years of marriage, Celine had never known her husband could be this romantic.

But Lydia pouted, still looking dissatisfied. "I don't want your flowers or your gifts. You have a wife. I told you, I'm not going to be the other woman."

Adrian only smiled, completely unconcerned, and pulled out a stack of documents as if he had been expecting this.

"She's already signed the divorce papers. I'll have my assistant file them right away."

In that instant, Celine felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Divorce papers? When had she signed them?

Then it hit her. Three days ago, Adrian had said the company was facing cash flow