Chapter 3

Austin's face stiffened. He suddenly looked panicked as he asked, "Whose name did I call?"

I replied, "You were mumbling. I couldn't tell."

His facial muscles relaxed at that. Then, he tried to hug me again. "You couldn't tell? Then how would you know that I wasn't calling your name?"

I found it disgusting and avoided him. I couldn't help exposing him again. "I only said that to protect your ego. Don't you think you'd know whose name you were calling?"

Austin's face fell. A flash of guilt appeared in his eyes. However, he quickly recovered his senses and frowned at me.

He started to chide me. "Serena Jacobson, why are you always so suspicious of other people? You were exactly like this back when Gaby was an intern here. You just have too much free time on your hands, don't you?

"Since you've got nothing better to do, why don't you take up a course or something? Don't you dare think that I'll let you get by doing nothing at the company just because you're my wife."

That line of his nearly made me burst out in laughter. "Mr. Lockhart, you've forgotten the person who helped you raise the company back when it was at its lowest low, haven't you?"

Maybe what I said had brought up unpleasant memories for him. Austin's expression instantly turned dark.

"Serena Jacobson! What exactly do you mean by that? Are you trying to emotionally blackmail me? Or did you want me to admit that my success today is all thanks to you?"

We'd been married for many years, and I'd always willingly made myself his pillar of support and stayed behind the scenes. I never thought that everything I did for him thus far was insignificant in his eyes.

How disappointing to hear.

I didn't want to continue listening to whatever else he had to say to me. I turned to leave, but he forcefully pulled me back against him. "I'm not done talking yet! What kind of attitude is this?"

I lost my balance and tripped. My arm banged hard against the edge of the glass coffee table, drawing blood.

When Austin saw it, the anger on his face quickly dissipated. "Rena! Are you okay?"

He was just about to help me up when knocks sounded on the door. He quickly withdrew his hand and backed away toward his desk.

Thoroughly disappointed, I picked myself up from the ground, opened the door, and walked out.

Leticia was standing at the door. She greeted me with a coy smile on her lips. "Sorry, was I disturbing you?"

I ignored her and walked off.

After getting back to my desk, my colleagues immediately crowded over again.

"Look at that! Mr. Lockhart just gave her a desk right in front of his office! He'd be able to see her if he just raised his head a little."

"Damn! He's being too obvious!"

"Indeed," I said nonchalantly, pulling out my phone and sending a text message to my lawyer.

It read, "Prepare a divorce agreement for me. ASAP."