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What Doesn't Kill My Marriage Makes the Surgeon Cut Deeper
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In the seventh year of my marriage, my mom went into surgery, and a doctor's careless mistake left her in a coma. They held me at the hospital while I kept hammering Jericho Fowler’s number like a m...
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第1章
In the seventh year of my marriage, my mom went into surgery, and a doctor's careless mistake left her in a coma.
They held me at the hospital while I kept hammering Jericho Fowler’s number like a madwoman. He didn’t pick up at all.
It wasn’t until Verona MacGill—my mom’s surgeon—sneered at me that the truth landed like a punch in the gut.
“My god, Venice, have you still not figured out your place? When you were nearly assaulted, when you were in that car crash, every time you called Jericho, he didn’t pick up. Do you know why?”
She didn’t even bother hiding that sarcasm and arrogance on her face.
“Because every time something happened to you, he was… inside me. In fact, even today, I made sure he satisfied me before I came here. Your mom in a coma? Hah, that’s what you get for being shameless! If you don’t leave, who knows what will happen to the rest of your family…”
I thought I had picked the right man, but I ended up with a husband who was nowhere to be found when I needed him most.
In the first year of marriage, I was assaulted and almost raped. I fought for my dear life and called him.
Ninety-nine emergency calls, and he never answered!
By the third year, my car was smashed by an oncoming truck that nearly killed me.
The hospital blew up his goddamn phone, and still, he did not answer!
In the end, I mustered whatever strength I had left and signed the consent form myself.
Finally, it hit me—he was the very reason all of that happened to me.
He and that doctor he was cheating with had been playing with me all this time! As if that wasn’t enough, they had even laid a hand on my family!
Screw them! They wouldn’t get away with it!
When my call went to voicemail once more, something in me snapped cold.
[Ten days from now, at the shareholders’ meeting, I’m going to sell all my shares to Jericho’s rival. I’ll make sure that piece of shit loses every damn thing in his name!]
1
Venice’s POV
After I sent the message, I collapsed to the floor in utter exhaustion.
Verona had already finished her business and left. Even though I was terrified for my mom, I had no way of knowing how she was now.
I expected to be stuck there for a long time, but half an hour later, Jericho appeared, dust on his shoulders and an impossible calm on his face.
When he saw my disheveled state, he barely frowned. Something about that made my heart lurch in my chest.
Before I could steady myself, he crouched down in front of me, pulled an agreement from his coat, grabbed my hand, and tried to press it into my palm.
“Jericho! What are you doing?!” I panicked, yanking my hand away with all my strength.
In his other hand was a release—a letter of understanding.
Half-squatting in a suit and polished shoes, he looked like a businessman closing a deal, not a husband faced with his wife’s crisis.
“Sign it, Venice. Come on, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
His voice sounded steady; the lines on his brow softened as if nothing catastrophic had happened.
“Verona didn’t do it on purpose. Your mom ending up in a coma? That was her fate. It’s nobody’s fault.”
Cold swept through me; my blood felt like it was running backward.
“Jericho, do you remember you’re my husband?” I asked.
He reached out, pinched my chin between two fingers, his face unreadable.
“I know,” he said in a low voice, “But Verona saved my life once. I have to protect her. Besides, she didn’t mean for this to happen. Don’t be childish, Venice. Just sign this letter. It’s better for both of us.”
He set the paper down in front of me again.
Seeing that same expression he’d worn since the day we married, I snapped. I grabbed and tore the damn paper to pieces and screamed, collapsing into grief.
“Jericho! All these years, every time I needed you, you were never there! Now, you’re threatening me for Verona’s sake? My mom nearly fucking died because of that doctor!”
But my shouting didn’t stir him. His face didn’t even flinch; he was nothing but a ghost—cold and indifferent to my pain.
I swallowed the sob that wanted to break out and forced each word out like a vow.
“Listen—I’m not letting her get away with this. I’ll bring every piece of evidence I have and drag her into court. I’ll make Verona rot in prison for the rest of her life.”
Finally, I would leave this asshole forever!
第2章
2
Venice’s POV
When it came to Verona, Jericho’s expression finally shifted.
He gripped my wrist with brutal force, his gaze cold enough to freeze.
“You’re right. I’m your husband,” he said flatly. “So when my wife loses her mind because of pregnancy, I should, of course, send her to a hospital. And as for what a lunatic says—well, no one would believe it anyway. Venice, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Sign the letter. Otherwise… I can’t promise what might happen to your mom. After all, she’s still unconscious right now.”
Obviously, he was threatening me, using my mom’s life as a weapon.
“Jericho…” My voice shook uncontrollably. “That’s my mom!”
His lips curled into a faint smile, but his eyes were as cold as steel. “Verona means just as much to me,” he said. “I told you—I’ll protect her no matter what.”
I stared at him, disbelief and bitterness choking me.
Seven years—that’s how long we’ve been married. Even if it began as a business arrangement, I truly believed I could warm that frozen heart of his.
When the Fowlers’ company was falling apart, I was the only one who cared enough to marry him and save what was left.
Even after the wedding, when he treated me no differently from anyone else, I still convinced myself that one day, I’d become someone special to him.
It never once crossed my mind that the space I longed to fill in his heart had long belonged to Verona.
When I stayed silent too long, Jericho lost his patience.
He clapped his hands once, and suddenly, the hospital room window burst open.
Following his gaze, I froze—my unconscious mom was hanging outside the window, suspended in midair! This was the seventh fucking floor!
“Jericho!” My voice rose to a shrill pitch. “Let my mom go!”
He tilted his head slightly, leaning closer.
“Venice,” he said softly, “your mom’s life is in your hands right now.”
A violent shiver ran through me. My knees went weak. I could barely stay standing.
Just then, Verona appeared at the doorway.
She walked in with a delicate smile, brazenly linking her arm through Jericho’s.
“It’s all my fault, Jericho,” she murmured. “Please don’t be so harsh with Venice. I’ll take responsibility. I can go to prison if that’s what she wants. Venice, I’m sorry, really.”
Her tone was pitiful, her eyes shimmering with tears. But as she stepped closer, her hand shot forward—pressing hard against my belly.
My eyes widened. Instinctively, I shoved her away.
“Ahhh!” Verona screamed, collapsing hard to the floor like she’d been hit with a strong force.
Jericho’s face changed drastically. He hurriedly went to lift her carefully.
“Please don’t blame Venice, Jericho. It was all my fault…” she whimpered.
That liar even covered a wound on her hand. It was no bigger than a fingernail! The next second, just like the manipulative woman that she was, she started sobbing.
When Jericho saw that so-called injury, his face darkened like a storm cloud.
The way he looked at me was cold.
“Venice,” he said coldly, “it seems I’ve been far too kind to you. You really need to be taught a lesson now.”
With that, he waved his hand, signaling his men.
In my breaking line of sight, the rope that bound my mom dropped rapidly… until a loud, sickening thud echoed through the air.
My vision blurred with tears as I broke free from the guards’ grasp and rushed to the window.
Down below, at the hospital entrance, a pool of red spread across the concrete.
And my mom—the woman who loved me most in this world—lay there, motionless, her fate unknown.
第3章
3
Venice’s POV
My strength gave out completely, and soon, I collapsed to the floor.
“Jericho!”
I screamed his name and rushed forward. With every fiber of my being, I slapped him across the face.
Never—not even in my worst nightmares—had I imagined he could go this far for Verona.
Swallowing my tears, I turned to leave. But before I could take a step, he grabbed me roughly by the arm.
His expression was devoid of warmth, his voice sharp and cold as steel.
“Hey. You haven’t signed the letter of understanding. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Fine,” I replied, my voice trembling. There was no strength left in me to even expect anything from him.
Five minutes later, a new copy of the letter was brought in.
Outside the hospital, my mom still lay on the concrete, and the medical staff trying to save her were being held back by Jericho’s bodyguards.
I didn’t even look at him anymore. My gaze was hollow as I picked up the pen and signed my name—stroke by stroke—on that cursed paper.
“Now,” I said quietly, “can I go?”
When I looked at him, my eyes were as cold as his.
His brows knitted together. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But Verona tugged at his sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Jericho,” she whimpered, “my wound… It really hurts.”
Just those few words, and his entire demeanor changed. His face tightened with concern as he swept her up into his arms and hurried out of the room.
By the time I made it downstairs, my mom was barely clinging to life.
With shaking hands, I pushed her gurney toward the operating room.
The red light above the door flicked on, and my heart seemed to hang suspended in the air with it.
I thought the nightmare might finally end there. But only three minutes later, a group of bodyguards stormed into the operating room and dragged the attending surgeon out.
I froze, my eyes wide in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?!”
They looked at me coldly.
“Mr. Fowler has ordered all doctors to check on Ms. MacGill’s injury first. Once she’s confirmed stable, we’ll bring the attending physician back.”
Her wound was no fucking bigger than a fingernail, yet they were stealing my mom’s only chance to survive!
The thought shattered what little control I had left. My eyes burned as I lunged forward to stop them from taking the doctor away.
“Let him go! My mom’s still in surgery! Tell Jericho—if anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive any of you!”
But my words did nothing at all. One of the guards just gave a mocking smile.
“Ma'am, those were Mr. Fowler’s direct orders. If you have a problem, take it up with him.”
Without wasting any more time, they shoved me aside and dragged the doctor away.
The force of it slammed my head against the sharp edge of a metal chair. Warm blood streamed down my face in an instant, but I barely felt it.
At that moment, the red light above the operating room flickered and went out. Then, the machines inside began to beep in a chaotic rhythm.
Summoning every last ounce of strength, I pushed myself off the floor and stumbled after the guards.
I had to bring the doctor back.
If I didn’t… I would lose the only family I had left…
第4章
4
Venice’s POV
I stumbled forward, barely keeping my balance.
“Jericho! Bring back my mom’s attending doctor!”
My voice came out raw and strained from my parched throat.
When Jericho saw the cuts and bruises on my face, his brows knitted tightly together.
“How did you manage to get yourself into this state?”
He reached out, trying to touch the wound on my cheek, but I jerked back before his fingers could make contact.
Gripping his sleeve with all my strength, I said, my voice trembling with desperation, “Jericho! Mom’s still in surgery while Verona only has a minor injury! You can’t do this to my mom!”
By the end, my voice broke completely.
But as I spoke, his expression only grew colder, his eyes hardening with indifference.
“Enough, Venice,” he snapped. “It seems you still haven’t learned your lesson. I just spoke to the attending doctor—your mom’s injuries aren’t serious. And besides, she’s unconscious now. She can’t even feel pain.”
His tone softened slightly as he turned toward the operating room, his eyes full of tenderness.
“Do you have any idea that the push you gave Verona injured her hand? She’s a doctor. Are you trying to ruin her career?”
A bitter laugh escaped me at his question.
“You mean a doctor who puts her patients into a coma on purpose? Losing her so-called career would be a blessing to everyone.”
At that, his face snapped back to me, his eyes burning with fury.
“Venice, I already told you—Verona didn’t do it on purpose. And her hand injury is on you. Until she recovers, the attending doctor won’t be returning.”
It was a death sentence, spoken without mercy.
My vision blurred red, rage and despair blinding me. I glared at him, and then I charged toward the operating room.
The next second, Jericho shoved me aside without hesitation.
My head slammed against the corner of the wall. In an instant, blood gushed down my face, and my so-called husband only looked at me coldly.
“Somebody take her to the hospital morgue to cool off. Once Verona’s hand has healed, you can release her.”
His tone was edged with brutal finality.
I used all my strength to struggle to my feet, still trying to run toward the operating room. But his men forced me to the floor.
Dragged down the hall toward the morgue, I couldn’t hold back anymore; tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.
“Jericho, please! Verona’s injury isn’t serious! Let my mom’s doctor finish her surgery first. I’m begging you! Mom fell from the seventh floor, Jericho! No matter the cushioning, her injuries must be severe! Please, save her, I’m begging you!”
My fingers clawed at anything I could reach, leaving streaks of blood behind.
But Jericho only looked at me, his eyes devoid of any sympathy.
“When Verona’s hand heals, she’ll operate on your mom again. Your mom will recover, and Verona’s reputation in the medical field will be restored. It’s a win-win.”
That made my pupils shrink, and I trembled all over.
“No, Jericho, you can’t do this! I’ll hate you for it! If anything happens to my mom, I will never forgive you!”
In the end, my cries and struggles were still useless.
He just stood there, watching coldly as I was dragged away to the morgue.
The heavy door slammed shut behind me, and the air at ten degrees below zero wrapped around my body like a shroud.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. It didn’t take long before my vision went black, and I collapsed to the floor.
第5章
5
Venice’s POV
When I woke up again, I hadn’t even opened my eyes before I heard movement coming from the morgue.
Two nurses were pushing a stretcher inside. On it lay a body covered with a white sheet.
“This poor lady,” one of them sighed. “She was already in a coma, and they still threw her off the seventh floor. If there hadn’t been something below to break the fall, she would’ve died on the spot.”
At his words, my chest tightened painfully.
A moment later, another voice spoke.
“Honestly, it might’ve been better if she had died right then. Sure, she survived and got sent to surgery, but halfway through, the doctor got called away. I heard this patient actually regained consciousness near the end—only for a few minutes—then died in agony.”
“Right, and don’t tell anyone I said this,” he added, lowering his voice. “I heard, during the surgery, Dr. MacGill told the anesthesiologist to use only half the normal dose. This poor lady woke up mid-surgery. Dr. MacGill did it on purpose—to make this patient suffer before putting her into a coma…”
The two of them shuddered.
“Let’s go. Guess she had no one powerful behind her. That’s why she ended up with such a tragic death like this.”
Soon, the morgue door slammed shut. The sound pierced straight through my chest, sharp as a thousand arrows.
My body trembled as I forced myself to stand. Slowly, I lifted the white sheet.
Underneath it was the face I knew best in the world.
For a moment, everything inside me shattered. I thought I had already endured the worst—that what my mom and I had gone through was cruel enough.
But I never imagined there was so much more hidden behind it all.
My mom… She lost her attending doctor and died in unbearable pain—fully conscious to the very end!
Tears streamed down my face, falling onto hers, as if trying to bring her some warmth.
I couldn’t stop shaking. Every part of my body hurt.
Through my blurred vision, I thought I saw her gentle hand reaching out to me.
She touched my head softly, tears of love and sorrow glistening in her eyes.
She had always been like this—patient, forgiving, loving.
Every “first” in my life, she was the first to know.
When I first got together with Jericho, she had warned me.
“I just don’t think he loves you that much, Venice. I’m your mom, sweetheart. I want your husband to love you more than you love him, not the other way around.”
That worried look on her face—it’s still burned into my memory.
Back then, I was stubborn. I argued with her without hesitation, blindly diving into my so-called love with Jericho.
Now, I’ve finally paid the price.
No, she paid the price I was supposed to pay.
When the bell outside tolled, I collapsed over my mom’s body, sobbing bitterly.
Three days later, Jericho’s bodyguards finally released me.
I was burning with fever, and after several IV drips, I struggled to lift myself.
But I couldn’t afford to collapse. Not yet. I still had to take care of my mom’s funeral.
Once everything was settled, I returned to the villa.
During the time I was locked in the morgue, Verona’s wounds had already healed.
Jericho had taken her on yacht trips, bought her a private island, and even named it after her.
He’d also gifted her a villa of her own.
I saw it all on Instagram.
Once, that might have crushed me and left me gasping for air.
But now, my heart was numb.
My mom’s death had taken with it every bit of love I ever had for Jericho.
All I wanted now was to divorce him, sell every Fowler Corporation share in my hands, and leave him with absolutely nothing!
After gathering my documents, I headed straight to the county clerk’s office with the prenuptial agreement Jericho had signed before.
According to the paper, I didn’t need his permission for the divorce—as long as the contract was valid.
I handed all the paperwork to the clerk.
A moment later, they looked up at me in surprise.
“Ma’am, according to our system, you’re already listed as divorced. And the man tied to your submitted ID… He’s… currently married.”
My eyes widened at that news.
“What? Who’s his spouse?”
The clerk hesitated, a trace of pity crossing her face.
“Ma’am, about a month ago, this gentleman ended his marriage with you and remarried—his new wife, one with the last name MacGill.”
第6章
6
Venice’s POV
I froze where I stood, unable to believe what I’d just heard.
Had my seven-year marriage to Jericho officially ended a month ago?
And on that very same day, he’d married Verona?
I felt like a complete fool, deceived by the two of them right in front of me.
The more I thought about it, the more my body trembled with fury.
When I returned to the villa, the first thing I saw was the two of them embracing in the living room.
With a blank expression, I walked past them without a word and headed straight upstairs.
“Venice, shouldn’t you apologize to Verona?”
Jericho’s voice came from behind, filled with reproach.
I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.
“Why should I apologize to her?”
I turned to glare at them both.
“Because you pushed her,” he answered coldly. “She hasn’t been able to perform surgery for an entire month because of you. Do you know how many patients have been delayed because of that? Even your own mom’s operation was postponed.”
That was the last straw. I spun around, glaring at him.
“I will never apologize to her, Jericho. And my mom’s surgery wasn’t delayed because she’s already—”
Before I could finish, Verona tugged gently at his sleeve and interrupted, her tone soft and pitiful.
“Forget it, Jericho. I don’t need her apology. I can handle a little suffering. Think of it as letting Venice vent her anger. After all, it’s because I failed during her mom’s surgery that Odessa fell into a coma, but I truly didn’t mean any harm. The aftereffects from when I saved you that time suddenly flared up, and I—”
Halfway through, she acted like she realized she’d said too much and covered her mouth in feigned panic.
Jericho immediately pulled her into his arms, his face full of tenderness.
“It wasn’t your fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s her mom’s weak body.”
I was too exhausted to even fake a smile anymore. The sight of them together just made my stomach turn.
Just then, Jericho’s phone rang. The shareholders’ meeting was approaching, and he was busier than ever.
The moment he stepped out to take the call, Verona suddenly transformed into a different woman.
The gentle, pitiful look on her face twisted into smug and sarcastic.
She slowly took a ring out of her purse and slid it onto her finger.
“This diamond looks familiar, doesn’t it?” she said with a mocking smile. “I heard it’s your family heirloom. But honestly, I think it’s mediocre. It’s my one-month wedding anniversary gift from Jericho.”
She spoke each word deliberately, her eyes gleaming with pride.
My breath caught. That pink diamond…
It was my mom’s gift to me when I got married!
Now, it had become her last keepsake.
Rage quickly surged through me. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand, trying to rip the ring off.
But she shoved me away, her voice dripping with scorn.
“I’m Jericho’s wife now, bitch. The woman he loves is me. Can’t you take a hint and leave on your own? Or do you need me to throw you out myself? Hasn’t your mom’s ‘lesson’ been enough? This pink diamond, and everything else you own—I’ll take it all. You can join your doomed mom in hell.”
Her nails dug deep into my arm. I winced in pain but still reached stubbornly for the ring.
“That was my mom’s. Give it back to me!”
Just then, a sound came from the doorway.
Suddenly, a glint of malice flickered in Verona’s eyes. The next thing I knew, she flung herself backward—straight toward the glass coffee table.
“Ahhh!” she screamed as blood instantly streamed down her hands.
She did the same act as last time—only this time, she played it even cruelly.
When Jericho rushed back in, this was the scene that greeted him.
And just like last time, his face darkened with rage again.
“Venice!” he barked, eyes full of disappointment. “Can’t you learn your lesson? I step out for one moment, and damn it, Venice, you attack Verona again!”
I stared coldly at the pathetic spectacle before me.
“You actually gave my mom’s pink diamond to this woman!”
His brow furrowed. “Verona got injured because of you. The pink diamond was compensation. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Why must you always go after her?”
At that, Verona’s eyes shimmered with fake tears. She clutched his arm and choked out, “Jericho, it’s not Venice’s fault. I know—I’m in the wrong. I shouldn’t have kept the pink diamond. After making such a big mistake, I don’t deserve to stay by your side. I-I’ll leave right now.”
Just like that, that manipulative woman turned and ran out the door.
第7章
7
Venice’s POV
“Verona!”
Jericho immediately ran after Verona, his voice thick with worry.
Only after the two of them were out of my sight did I finally exhale, though my entire body still trembled uncontrollably.
I didn’t want to stay in the same room with Jericho for even another second. After hastily packing a few belongings, I decided to leave.
But just as I reached the front door and was about to head to the parking lot, he suddenly appeared and grabbed my arm.
His face was tense and terrifying, his eyes cold as they fixed on me.
“Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me!”
Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened painfully. His voice was filled with fury.
“Goddamn it, Venice! Do you feel no remorse at all? You pushed Verona down and even framed her! It was just a freaking pink diamond. Why would you go that far over a ring? Because of you, she got into a car accident!”
No matter how I struggled, he refused to loosen his grip. He dragged me straight to the hospital.
Outside the operating room, he bound me tightly, his voice cutting through the cold air.
“You made this mistake. You’ve got to pay for it yourself.”
Then, he ordered someone to bring a needle as thick as a child’s arm. Without hesitation, he plunged it into mine!
“Jericho!” I shouted. “I told you! You can check the surveillance! It wasn’t me!”
My head spun, and I used the last of my strength to talk some sense into him, but he only stared at me with that same unyielding calm.
Slowly, blood drawn from my arm filled bag after bag, each one marked about 14 ounces.
Even the doctor’s hands began to tremble.
“Sir,” the doctor said cautiously, “we’ve already taken over a quart of blood from Ma’am Venice. If we keep going, she might not make it. Ms. MacGill has already gotten enough for the transfusion. Perhaps we should—”
“Draw another fourteen ounces,” Jericho interrupted. “Consider it her punishment.”
When the final bag was filled, my lips were blue, my face deathly pale. As soon as the needle was removed, my body gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.
In the last fleeting second before I lost consciousness, I clearly heard his voice again.
“Remove everything in the villa that has anything to do with her mom. Don’t leave a single trace. As for Venice’s belongings, clear them all out to the storage room. From now on, this villa belongs to Verona.”
No… My mom’s keepsakes!
I tried desperately to open my eyes, but the pain was too much. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke up again, I was so weak that I couldn’t even open my eyes.
Just then, Verona’s delicate and sweet voice drifted to my ear.
“Jericho, what if Venice finds out she lost her baby?”
A moment later, Jericho’s indifferent answer followed.
“It doesn’t matter if she does. That child was never really hers anyway. I know you’re afraid of pain and didn’t want to give birth. The embryo in Venice’s womb carried our genes—yours and mine.”
Verona gasped softly, feigning guilt. “Jericho, isn’t that too cruel to Venice? And now, our baby is gone… I can’t help but feel sad. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t gotten into that car accident…”
Jericho pulled her into his arms, his tone gentle and soothing.
“It’s not your fault. It was Venice’s mistake to bear. She’s only paying for what she did. If you really like babies, once she’s recovered, we can have another embryo implanted.”
I dug my nails deep into my palm, so hard that the skin split and blood welled up.
第8章
8
Venice’s POV
When I opened my eyes again, Jericho was standing quietly in front of me, holding a bowl of soup.
“You’re awake? Here, have some soup. It’ll help you recover.”
As he spoke, he lifted a spoon to my lips, his gaze soft in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time.
But I knew this sudden kindness wasn’t because of me. To him, I was nothing more than the womb carrying his and Verona’s child.
That thought left me hollow. My voice drifted out, light and detached.
“I once thought I’d never regret my decisions, Jericho. But now, I do. I regret marrying you. I regret saving the Fowler Corporation. I should’ve let you rot in the mud!”
His hand froze midair, a flicker of conflict flashing in his eyes. Then, as if he couldn’t bear to face me any longer, he turned his gaze away.
“Tomorrow’s the shareholders’ meeting. Make sure you come. As for whatever’s between you and Verona, let’s end it here.”
With that, he abruptly stood up and left the room, as if running from something.
Not long after he left, a man in a tailored suit walked into my room.
“Ma’am, I’m Mr. Fowler’s lawyer. I’m here to finalize the agreement you discussed with him ten days ago. Please sign this share transfer contract.”
He handed the papers to me respectfully.
I didn't hesitate. I picked up the pen and signed my name—firm, steady, and final.
The next day, I gathered my belongings and important documents and headed for the airport.
As I reached the boarding gate, my phone buzzed again. Verona had posted another update on Instagram
In the photo, she was smiling radiantly, with no trace of the recent car accident. Beside her, Jericho looked at her with a gaze full of affection.
[Out with the CEO for the shareholders’ meeting! He said he’ll be making me the new general manager soon, yay! I wonder if someone out there might have a problem with that… Oops!]
I let out a dry laugh, blocked both of them completely, then snapped my SIM card in half.
By the end of today, even Jericho’s spot as CEO of Fowler Corp might not last—let alone Verona’s little dream of becoming general manager.
But none of that mattered to me anymore.
I was finally free of both of them.
From this day on, I would live my own life—cutting all ties with that jerk ex of mine, once and for all.