Chapter 3

I hustled day and night all these years just to show Teresa she made the right choice. I worked around the clock and pushed through social events to give her the life she asked for, but she had already betrayed me from the start.

I leaned my head back and sighed, tears rolling down my cheeks. For once in my life, I deserved to live for myself.

I got my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and gave him the resignation letter I had written. He then delivered them both to her.

After taking care of everything, I quietly checked myself out of the hospital, blocked Teresa's number, and booked a flight to the beach.

I was a big fan of the sea. Back in college, I used to dream of working somewhere by the sea, getting a dog with someone I loved, and taking sunset walks on the beach.

However, Teresa never liked the sea. Later, after Keaton joined the company, I found out she was terrified of anything to do with the water because she had nearly drowned as a kid. That was why she left Norbury and came to Qrago.

A week after I left Qrago, I finally turned my phone back on. Upon seeing all the missed calls and messages, I sighed in resignation.

Teresa used to say the company would run just fine without me. Right now, she had finally started to see how much I actually mattered.

The caller ID "Wife" kept flashing on my phone. I hesitated for a moment and decided to hear what she had to say.

She shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you, Lucien? You disappeared without a word. Do you have any idea how many times Mr. Vexley has been calling? Even if you quit, you still need to send him your designs. Do you have work ethics?"

Silas Vexley had been my client for years. Back then, he was one of the hardest clients I ever had to win.

It was my wedding night, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. If I didn't drink with him, he would have canceled the whole deal.

My company was struggling in its early days, and I couldn't afford to turn down a client like him, so Teresa ended up getting the short end of the stick.

After that night, I bought her the bag she loved most, costing 20 thousand dollars. Meanwhile, I had been stuck wearing the same 38-dollar shirt for three years.

My hand tightened around the phone as a wave of sharp pain shot through my stomach. "I'm sick. Quitting is just my way of making sure I won't hold the company back.

"You used to say Keaton was better than me after he joined the company. You always blamed me for standing in his way. Now that I've given you both the stage, shouldn't you be thrilled?"

Teresa paused for a moment, then snapped, "The doctor said it's not life-threatening! Get back to the company now."

Was it not life-threatening? That was how she thought of my condition, huh?

I coughed hard into my hand and glanced at the blood in my palm. "If there's nothing else, stop calling me. Sign the divorce papers as soon as you can and make sure I get every penny I'm owed. From now on, any business goes through my lawyer."

Just as I ended the call, I saw notifications from my WhatsApp. Keaton had sent a bunch of intimate photos with Teresa. I pressed my fingers to my throbbing temples, breathing hard from the rage.

I stared at the keyboard for a long time before finally exiting the chat with him. It wasn't the time to make a move just yet.

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Two weeks later, I suddenly got a call from an unknown number. I stared at the number for a long time before finally picking it up.

When I answered the call, Teresa's agonizing screams came through. "Help me, Lucien! Keaton is going to kill me and our baby!"