Chapter 2

"Colin, are you nuts?" Isabel grabbed the divorce papers from me and tore it into pieces.

"I gave you a way out, and you refused to take it. Now you're pushing your luck! We've been married for ten years. You really have the heart to divorce me? If we divorce, do you really think you can keep your job?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Who's the one pushing their luck here?"

Isabel snapped impatiently, "Fine, I know you're mad. It was my fault, so you don't have to apologize to Miles anymore. Don't be mad anymore. I even bought you another gift. Look, a silver watch strap."

She hurriedly tore open the packaging and walked over, eager to put it on me. At once, I spotted the words "free gift" on the box.

Besides, I was allergic to silver.

My metal allergy was serious. The moment the item in her hand touched my skin, the area quickly turned red and swollen.

I shook her off. "Didn't you hear me, Isabel? I said I want a divorce!"

"Can you stop making a scene, Colin? I've already promised that you don't have to apologize to Miles. What else do you want? I even agreed to throw another party for your parents. Don't push it!"

The next moment, her gaze fell on the redness and swelling on my arm.

Isabel shouted, "Why is your arm swollen? How did this happen? How were you so careless? Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."

I glanced at her. It seemed she had only just noticed my discomfort, as her concern looked genuine.

She grabbed my arm, ready to leave the house.

The next second, her phone rang.

Miles' sobbing voice came through. "Where are you, Isabel? I got pricked by a needle, and it really hurts."

Isabel frowned. "How could you be so careless? I'm coming right away."

As she opened the door, she suddenly remembered me and turned back. "You're not a child anymore. Just take a cab to the hospital yourself."

I chuckled. "Yeah, you should leave now. If you wait any longer, that little prick will start to close up."

Isabel shot back angrily, "Why are you being so harsh all of a sudden?"

I was about to say something even harsher, but the door slammed shut with a heavy thud, completely cutting me off.

With a self-deprecating smile, I started packing up my stuff.

Isabel was right.

If we were to get a divorce, there was no way I'd keep my job.

After all, the company belonged to her family, the Atkinson family. I was just an employee at her company, while she was my superior.

She was also my muse, or so I had assumed.

When we launched this jewelry brand, Isabel was my model. Wearing my designs, she became a sensation and was hailed as the most dazzling gem around.

But now…

Well, it was better not to dwell on the past.

I forced a wry smile as I packed my things and handed the house over to an agent to sell at a low price.

I had bought and decorated this place as our wedding home, never expecting that we'd end up like this.

It didn't matter anymore.

The first thing the next morning, I placed my resignation letter on Isabel's desk.

A few moments later, Miles came to me, holding my resignation letter. "Colin, you're tendering your resignation for real?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than I felt several pairs of eyes on me across the office.

I lowered my head to see Isabel's signature on the resignation letter.