Regretting the Divorce? Too Late

After Ruby Irving hung up the call furiously, her phone chimed again as a notification came in. It was an Instagram update from her beloved assistant, Wilbur Stork.

It was a long post, practically an essay. Wilbur had written it as an apology to me for causing a misunderstanding in his last post. And like the previous post, he had specifically tagged me.

It was a blatant provocation. Unfortunately, Ruby didn't see it that way. Or maybe she could, but she still wanted to side with him anyway.

"No need to apologize, Mr. Stork. Everyone can tell you were just joking."

"Does this post mean Ms. Irving's petty husband came looking for trouble again? He made such a big deal out of something this small. That sounds exactly like something he'd do."

The comment section was full of people comforting Wilbur while taking sarcastic digs at me for being petty and small-minded.

I had personally trained many of these coworkers from the ground up. But now, they were all speaking up for Wilbur.

I guess that was only natural. After all, Ruby had given her implicit permission.

Ruby had hired Wilbur as a special exception. Over the years, she promoted him straight to the position of the head of the secretarial department. Anyone could tell she was fond of him.

The ones who stayed were the type who knew how to act according to the boss' wishes. Those who had spoken up for me back then had long since been fired.

A few minutes later, Ruby replied in the comment section, "We all know in our hearts who is right and who is in the wrong. Only people with filthy minds would make random accusations."

She didn't say it outright, but everyone knew who exactly she was referring to with"filthy minds". The comment section quickly filled with likes and echoes of agreement.

I couldn't be bothered to keep reading.

After parking the car, I took the divorce agreement with me and walked straight into the lobby of the courthouse.

Ruby had signed the divorce papers before she left on a business trip last month. When I handed them to her at that time, I had hesitated a little. In fact, I secretly hoped she would notice and ask me to stay.

However, she didn't even look at them. She simply flipped straight to the last page and scribbled her signature onto it.

"Are you not going to check what it is?" I couldn't help reminding her, even though I had already prepared myself mentally.

Ruby answered perfunctorily, "There's no need to look. I trust your ability to handle things."

But the truth was, she had never trusted me before. Every time there were important company documents, Ruby kept them carefully away from my sight. Meanwhile, she would reveal them freely to Wilbur.

I had expressed my dissatisfaction to her regarding this matter before, but she brushed me off.

In a self-righteous tone, she had said, "I have nothing against you. It's just that these details are sensitive and complicated. I'm not letting you see them for your own good."