A Car, A Secretary, A Lifetime of Regret

I wasted no time halting the international deal Hart Group was about to sign next week.Soon after, my husband, Landon Hart, bombarded me with calls. My trusted assistant screened them, replying each time, "Sorry, Mr. Hart. Ms. Young is in a meeting."Playing the silent treatment? Two could play that game.I didn't have to wait long before Landon kicked open my office door in a rage and slammed his hand against my desk. "Susanne, are you out of your mind?" he roared. "That was a 300-million-dollar deal! Are you going to destroy my company over some stupid dare?"The man who was usually aloof and poised had now lost control, all for his precious secretary.I set the reports down and looked at his furious, twisted expression. "You have 15 minutes left."Ten minutes later, Landon sent me a photo. The Maybach's interior had been restored to pristine condition, free of any trace of his lewd activities, and was undergoing professional cleaning.I immediately notified the Internation

I let out a short mocking laugh. "A custom-made necklace for her? Seriously, who do you think she is? We must know our place in life, Landon."I stepped closer, my voice cold. "The son-in-law of the Young family naturally belongs in elite circles, but money alone isn't enough to get you far up there, Mr. Hart."Landon flew into a rage. "We have more important work to discuss now, Susanne. Ms. Colton has put in tremendous effort for this deal, so please get out of my office!"He was actually shouting at me for that bimbo. I smiled coldly. "Fine. We'll see just how capable your secretary is."Furious, Landon slammed the contract onto the desk and stormed out. Amelia flashed me a smug, triumphant smile and trotted after him in her heels.Before the sound of her heels faded completely, I dialed a number. "Proceed as planned. Make sure Mr. Zelinsky gives them a proper welcome."I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window. I had barely taken two sips when Lan

I ignored the stunned look on Landon's face and the delighted smirk on Amelia's, carrying Charlie back home. Once he was calmed and settled, I instructed my lawyer to draw up the divorce agreement.At the same time, I told the International Division to cut off any preferential treatment or resource allocation to Hart Group.Landon hadn't come home in days. Realizing I hadn't taken any immediate action, he grew even bolder. He was so distracted by spending time with Amelia that he didn't even notice Hart Group was starting to feel the impact, with its stock dipping slightly.Meanwhile, Amelia's social media was a nonstop parade. She posted photo dumps almost every day, showing off her flowers, necklaces, designer bags, gowns, and outfits.On my birthday, Landon's father, Tucker Hart, called and said he had prepared a family dinner to celebrate. He had always treated me well.With the divorce papers ready and the company's business and benefits fully separated, it was time to inform

The Hart Group shareholders cashed out without hesitation, fleeing to invest in the domestic Young Group instead. Tucker was so furious that it triggered a stroke, and he had to be hospitalized.Only then did Landon realize that Amelia was so useless he couldn't do a thing with her. He made his first call to me. As soon as I picked up, he called me "honey" and started groveling in apology.I told him bluntly, "Sign the papers, and I won't accept any more of Hart Group's departing employees. Otherwise, if you drag this out any longer, your company's reputation will sink so low you'll eventually be bankrupt."When calls didn't work, Landon began waiting for me outside our old home. Little did he know, I had already moved with Charlie and the nanny to the villa I bought years ago.Our old home was still full of traces of Landon's life, so I had listed it with an agency. He came to Young Group's office to find me, only to be stopped by security.Even when the rain poured down in torre

The Hart family started playing the "family card" again. They frequently mentioned their grandson—my son—in public, along with memories of when we were a family.The sharp players in our social circle, seeing Charlie now bore my last name, gradually softened their attitude toward the Harts. Riding that wave, Tucker managed to push the family business forward a few steps.This year, on my birthday, I once again refused the gifts delivered to my office in the morning. After work, I checked the home security video and saw Landon in the kitchen, wearing an apron and cooking the dishes Charlie and I liked.Charlie ran around happily, insisting repeatedly that I let Landon stay over that night. As a result, I stayed at the office until midnight and went straight to a nearby hotel.I grabbed the room card, but before I could open the door, the room next door opened.A half-collapsed figure crawled onto the floor, pale and trembling. She was streaked with blood, eyes unfocused, and had an