Chapter 4

A dead silence hung over the entire office. Everyone's jaw dropped open in shock as they stared at the indecent photo on their screens.

Mr. Lindt let out a cold chuckle. "Interesting. Mr. Scoll, it seems that the geek humor in your company is quite… modern."

In the end, he stalked off with a dark expression, but not before declaring, "We are definitely not going to invest in a company with such messy, morally corrupt management."

After that, Anthony went off the rails, bellowing out orders at everyone to check the surveillance footage and the daily logs. He was determined to find out who the hacker was.

Unfortunately for him, he failed to find anything.

That night, he returned home as agitated as an enraged lion. Kicking the coffee table cover, he roared, "Kimberly Suther! Was it you? Did you do it!"

I was sitting on the couch, idly flipping through a fashion magazine. I didn't even bother looking up at his outburst.

"What are you talking about? Did something happen at your company?"

Anthony stomped over and seized me by the throat. Up close, I could see that his eyes were completely bloodshot.

"Stop playing innocent! Other than you, who else would have ugly photos of me? Who else would hate Alex that much?"

Though it was hard for me to breathe as he squeezed my throat, I didn't struggle. Instead, I simply fixed him with a cold stare.

"Anthony Scoll, I'm just a housewife who knows nothing about coding—that's what you said, remember? Your company has so many talented programmers, yet they can't even catch a hacker. Instead of blaming them, you're blaming me? A woman who doesn't even know how to turn on the computer?"

Upon hearing that, Anthony stiffened.

After all, he hadn't seen me touch a single line of code in the past three years, so in his eyes, I was as good as useless. Subconsciously, he didn't believe that I could break through his system, or perhaps it was that he refused to believe that I was that capable.

He released me before slumping to the floor dejectedly, hands flying up to clutch at his hair.

"It's over… It's all over… Mr. Lindt left, which means we failed to secure the funding… The company's capital chain is going to break soon…"

Not a hint of emotion stirred in me at his pathetic demeanor. "Why would it be over? Isn't Alexis your lucky star? Just have her drink a few rounds with Mr. Lindt."

At that, Anthony snapped his head up to glare at me fiercely.

"Shut up! With all the humiliation Alex went through today, she's been crying at home the whole day! What would a coldhearted woman like you know? If it weren't for this home, would I need to work so hard?"

Even now, he was still putting on an act.

Suddenly, something occurred to Anthony. His eyes lit up as he shot me an excited look.

"Right! I still have this house! It should be worth around 1.5 million dollars. Once I sell it, the money should be able to tide me over for a while!"

He immediately jumped to his feet with the intention of digging out the house deed.

"Kimberly, quickly sign it so that we can put it up for listing tomorrow!"

I laughed, both at his naivety and his shamelessness. "Anthony, you seem to have forgotten that my parents bought me this house before we married. Hence, only my name is on the deed."

Anthony was momentarily stunned, but then his expression twisted into an ugly scowl. "Kimberly Suther, we're husband and wife! What is yours is also mine! Are you really going to stand aside and do nothing now that the company is in trouble? If you won't sell the house, then let's get divorced!"

At last, he said it. He really thought he could threaten me with a divorce.

Slowly straightening my collar, I replied, "Alright, let's get divorced."

That thoroughly stumped Anthony. He never expected me to be so decisive when I was usually always so submissive and compliant.

"W-What did you say?"

"I said, let's get a divorce. Now. Immediately."

With that, I took out the divorce agreement I had prepared beforehand from my bag and tossed it in his face. "Sign the papers, you leech."