Sold His Dreams, Then Walked Out on Him

Ryan wanted me to hand over the Tier A clients that I spent years meticulously maintaining, just so a woman who literally stole my listing could get some practice?

I didn't say a word as my gaze slid over to Ryan's neck.

As he leaned forward to grab a folder, his collar parted slightly, revealing a deep purplish hickey right on his tan skin.

It was glaringly obvious.

I thought I felt total indifference toward him, but catching sight of that thing still made my stomach turn.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Sensing my glare, Ryan instinctively touched his neck and yanked his collar higher.

A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes, but his tone remained incredibly defensive.

"This is a strategic reassignment. Don't start bringing your personal baggage into this again. You already threw a tantrum over that contract last time. Are you planning on throwing another one today?"

I didn't want to hold back anymore. "Where were you last night?"

Ryan froze, his expression shifting rapidly before he quickly recovered his composure.

"I had way too much to drink, so I stayed at a hotel and picked up Lucinda along the way this morning."

He paused, then continued, "We're at work. Why are you asking me this?"

"Along the way?"

I let out a sharp laugh. "Did staying at a hotel just happen to land you in the same bed? Did she put that hickey on your neck as well?"

His face flushed red, and he shot to his feet.

"Hannah, what the hell are you talking about? We were entertaining clients last night! Can you not project your own filthy thoughts onto us?

"You're just jealous because she took over your listing! Your lack of a degree makes you so insecure and hyper-sensitive that you're literally trying to slander me!"

Watching him get flustered and furious made me feel strangely satisfied. He knew his cover was completely blown, so his only defense mechanism was to scream over me.

He had pulled this exact stunt countless times already.

Whenever he was in the wrong, he would launch a preemptive strike to dump all the blame onto my lap. He would claim I was petty, insecure, and that I didn't understand him.

In the past, I would always back down.

But now, I refused to give him an inch.

I unclipped the employee ID badge I had worn for the past six years. The picture on the badge was taken when I first started.

I looked so incredibly young back then, with actual light inside my eyes.

With a sharp smack, I slapped the badge onto his desk.

"Ryan, I want a divorce."

The entire office fell silent.

Ryan's eyes widened in shock, his lips trembling as he stared at me.

"Are you serious about divorcing me? Over a couple of clients? Have you even thought about the consequences?"

"I've never been more serious in my life," I said, enunciating every word. "You think having a wife with nothing but a high school diploma is embarrassing, right?

"You even told your classmates last night that we divorced ages ago and that Lucinda is your wife. Since you like her so much, I'll get out of your way."