Chapter 3

Seeing that I still refused to back down, Megan's expression darkened. "Flynn, you're really pushing your luck. If you want to leave that badly, then go ahead. Just don't come crawling back to me when you can't find another job."

I snorted. "Don't worry. That day will never come."

What she did not know was that I would not be the one crying next. It would be them.

In order to protect the company's interests, the chairman had ordered me to install monitoring software on all the company's computers on the day we opened our doors.

Once he retrieved those system logs, their lies would fall apart!

When that happened, they wouldn't just be facing massive financial fines; they would be facing prison time too!

…

That night, I packed my bags at home and asked my lawyer to draw up divorce papers.

Once I'd taken care of everything, I checked into a hotel.

I had just lain down and opened my phone to think about my plans for the future when it suddenly buzzed several times.

It was a video message from Liam.

In it, Liam was lounging on the couch while the coffee table in front of him was covered with all kinds of fruits and snacks.

Megan was in the kitchen, busy cooking.

One dish after another was being brought to the dining table.

Through the rising steam, Megan's figure gradually took shape in my memory, but even that image became blurred and indistinct.

Then, Liam sent a voice message. "Flynn, so what if you're married to Megan? I'm the most important person in her heart.

"All I had to do was mention that I was hungry, and she insisted on making me supper.

"She was worried I'd get bored, so she bought all these fruits and snacks. She even put on my favorite TV show.

"You've been with her for years, but I bet you've never been treated this well, have you?"

He was right.

During the ten years I had been with Megan, just the slightest smell of grease would make her nauseous. She would rush to the bathroom and puke her guts out.

To keep her from feeling uncomfortable, I always opened all the windows and turned the exhaust fan to its highest setting whenever I cooked.

I had even forbidden her from going anywhere near the kitchen.

However, from the way it looked now, maybe it wasn't that she couldn't tolerate the smell of cooking.

She simply did not love me enough to cook for me.

Well, none of that mattered anymore.

I downloaded everything Liam sent and took screenshots of the chat logs.

Then, I opened a few job-search apps.

Before I could even update my resume, I received an unexpected message from Winsor Group, one of the biggest companies in the industry. They wanted to meet with me the following day.

As far as I could remember, I could count on one hand the number of times I'd actually dealt with them over the years.

However, their influence and prestige were on a completely different level from my previous company.

After thinking about it, I agreed.

…

The next day, I arrived at the cafe where we had agreed to meet.

To my surprise, they had already prepared an employment contract. They even knew that I didn't have a permanent place to live now and offered to provide me with an apartment for free.

Almost every clause in the contract seemed tailor-made for me.

Seeing my confusion, the representative explained, "Mr. Lewis, our company has heard about your work for quite some time. We're very impressed with what you've achieved.

"As soon as we heard you resigned, we were asked to move quickly and arrange your employment. Don't worry. The rumors won't affect your position here."

Whether it was the job itself or the support they offered outside of work, they were showing an extraordinary amount of sincerity.