Chapter 3

The days after separating from Anthony were surprisingly pleasant, except for the nonstop messages from my former coworkers.

Today, they must have panicked, because one of them called me directly.

"Ms. Campbell, please come back quickly. The project has reached its final deadline."

I was about to refuse when I heard a scuffle over the phone. A moment later, Lisa's angry voice came through.

"Heather, you've already been fired. Stop meddling in company affairs."

My colleague snapped back in fury, "Lisa, what are you doing? Do you even know that if this project fails, the company will have to pay a huge penalty?"

Lisa replied dismissively, "What's there to panic about? I've almost finished the design. It'll be ready in a few days."

My colleague's shocked voice rang out again, "Don't be ridiculous! We don't trust your work at all. Besides, the client specifically requested Ms. Campbell to handle the design. What you're doing is deceiving them! Where is Mr. Pickett? I want to talk to him!"

Lisa threatened coldly, "Anthony is still sick. If any of you dare to gossip or stir trouble, don't blame me for firing all of you."

Before I could hear anything else, the call was cut off.

I could already guess how things would end. With me as their cautionary example, they wouldn't dare act rashly. All they could do was endure it.

I shook my head and stopped thinking about it. I truly let go of the company.

I had been busy for the company for so long that now, for the first time, I finally had time to meet up with friends.

Every day was filled with drinking and laughter, and I forgot all my worries.

On the seventh day, dressed in a gown and holding a bridal bouquet, I went to attend a friend's wedding. As I walked in, I sent her a message: [The bouquet was left in the car. I found it. I'm bringing it to you now.]

No sooner had I sent it than I heard a familiar voice.

"Thank you all for coming to my wedding with Lisa…"

I turned around and saw Anthony in a groom's suit, arm in arm with Lisa, greeting the guests.

Their wedding photos were displayed outside the private hall.

Lisa noticed me first. She shot me a provocative look and deliberately kissed Anthony on the lips.

The excited screams from the guests made Anthony even happier. He pulled her into his arms.

At that moment, he suddenly looked up and met my eyes. He froze.

After coming back to his senses, he quickly straightened and deliberately put some distance between himself and Lisa.

Seeing this, Lisa pressed her lips together, clearly displeased that he was leaning toward me.

She thought I had come to crash the wedding. With so many onlookers around, she burst into tears and rushed over to grab my hand.

"Heather, I truly love Anthony. Don't snatch him away, okay?"

Anthony raised his brows and was about to step in to defend her when he suddenly noticed the bridal bouquet in my hand.

He instinctively thought I was there to get married. His eyes reddened at once.

"Heather, how could you secretly marry someone else behind my back?"

I knew he had misunderstood, but I didn't feel like explaining. I said coldly, "We're already divorced. Please show some self-respect."

Anthony stared at me in a daze. He no longer had the heart to keep acting. He exaggerated a scene of "recovering his memory," then grabbed my hand.

"Heather, why are you wearing a wedding dress? Are you going to marry me again?"

As he spoke, he reached for the bouquet in my hand.

I avoided his grasp and said indifferently, "Stop pretending. I heard everything about how you and Lisa plotted the fake amnesia."

Meeting the chill in my eyes, Anthony knew he couldn't hide it anymore. He dropped the act, his face darkening.

"I did it because you're biased against Lisa and always suppress her. I had no choice but to use this method! You don't know—while you were gone, Lisa managed the company very well."

I sneered. "Managed it well? Or hid things well? Do you know that the deadline for the Gollux Corp project is today?"

Anthony went blank and immediately turned to look at Lisa.

Lisa smiled and explained, "Relax, I've already arranged everything. Such a small matter isn't worth bothering brother about."

Then she looked at me provocatively.

"Ms. Campbell, you don't know this, do you? I submitted the design a long time ago. The client has already started mass production. Sorry for disappointing you—I'm just that capable."

Hearing this, Anthony nodded in satisfaction and was about to speak when his phone rang.

He smiled and shook the phone at me.

"Even the client is calling to praise Lisa. You really should reflect on yourself and apologize to her properly."

Pleased with himself, he pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

But the next second, the client's voice came through—