Chapter 2

I didn't cry or make a scene, and I didn't lose sleep. I sat at the desk in the guest room, opened my laptop, and started going through documents.

I started listing everything in my head. Company shares, our marital assets, savings, proof of his cheating, the startup money I'd put in at the beginning, every client I'd brought to the company, and every problem I'd helped him get through.

I even dug up the transfer records from the time his first venture collapsed, when I had mortgaged my own assets and reached out to friends and family to help him raise money.

Every single record was proof of everything I'd done for him.

The life I had helped him build and the sacrifices I had made would never be handed over to someone else.

*****

The next morning, Robin was actually home for once, and he'd even made breakfast.

The toast was slightly over-toasted, the milk fresh, and a few tomatoes I used to love were placed neatly on the plate.

He smiled calmly, as if nothing from last night had ever happened. His voice was warm and casual. "Enjoy it. It's all your favorites."

"I'm going to work," I declined calmly and headed straight for the door without stopping.

He hurried after me and grabbed my wrist, his voice edged with clear panic and a hint of pleading. "Don't be mad, okay? I promise it won't happen again. Please don't ignore me."

I looked up at him, calm and steady, and said softly, "Jenna. I saw you with her."

Robin's expression froze instantly. Almost instinctively, he rushed to defend her, his tone filled with blame and irritation directed at me.

"She's young and clueless. Don't take it to heart, and don't listen to all that gossip. You're an adult. Why are you getting upset over a little girl? That's stupid," he said.

There it was again. I was the one making a big deal out of things, the one being unreasonable, while everyone else stayed innocent.

Five years. I'd heard this more than enough, and I was done putting up with it.

I nodded slightly, not even bothering to argue anymore. "I didn't like the necklace. Don't bother next time."

I yanked my hand free, opened the door, and walked out without a hint of regret.

As the door closed behind me, I heard him mutter an irritated curse, but he didn't come after me.

As soon as I got in the car, my phone started blowing up again.

It was Jenna.

This time, she didn't bother hiding it or pretending anymore. She came with blatant arrogance and pure provocation.

The first photo showed her and Robin walking down the street while holding hands, her smile full of smug satisfaction. The text read: [Carly, Robin likes holding my hands.]

The second photo showed Robin crouching down, carefully tying her shoelaces, his movements gentle and his gaze indulgent. The text read: [He's never done this for you, has he? That's kind of sad.]

Then came a voice message, her tone sugary and smug. "Carly, Robin stayed out shopping with me until really late last night. I even had a fever, and he stayed with me the whole time. He takes much better care of me."

The last message even came with a location pin. It was right outside the building where Robin and I lived.

She said, "I'm at Robin's place now. He made me something sweet to drink. Too bad you're not home."

My face stayed blank as I took screenshots of every photo and saved every message, sorting them all into an encrypted folder.

Then the car's Bluetooth seemed determined to mock me, automatically playing the song from our wedding.

I switched it off without a second thought, started the engine, and there was nothing but coldness in my gaze.

I shut it off, started the car, and drove off without another thought.

I headed straight to the office. As I walked through the building, every employee bowed their heads and greeted me with respect, "Hi, Mrs. Frazier."

I was the founding partner who stood by Robin, from a cramped office and a three-person team, to the company we have today.

I poured years of my life into building this place.

I didn't rely on him. I helped build this company.

The receptionist looked like she wanted to say something, her eyes flicking nervously toward the CEO's office.

I knew exactly what was going on, and I kept walking.

Sitting at Robin's secretary's desk was Jenna.

She was wearing the dress Robin bought her, makeup perfectly done, casually scrolling through the company laptop while chatting on the office phone.

When she saw me, she smiled sweetly, though the smugness in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She lifted her chin on purpose, making sure I saw the necklace around her neck. It was identical to mine.

"Mr. Frazier isn't here right now. If you don't have an appointment, you'll need to wait," Jenna said. "I'm the secretary Robin personally hired. I'll be taking care of his schedule from now on."

Several senior staff members looked uncomfortable, but none of them said a word.

I glanced at her, my tone steady and leaving no room for argument. "That necklace doesn't suit you.

"And you're fired."