Chapter 3

I stared at those words for a few seconds—then suddenly laughed.

So for some people, winning once isn’t enough.

They have to grind others into the dirt before they feel satisfied.

Viktor was no longer worth even a fraction of my emotion.

But before leaving this city, I still needed to complete my resignation properly.

Under the crystal chandelier, my colleagues gathered around Celina, their laughter rising louder and louder.

“Celina is really something—capable and strategic. Not like some people who chase after a man and rush into marriage, only to end up going home as a housewife.”

“Exactly. What’s the point of a glamorous wedding? Lost the job, lost the future—total disaster. It’s honestly hilarious.”

When Celina noticed me, the triumph in her eyes was almost impossible to hide.

“I knew you’d come.”

“I’ve always been a little jealous of you, actually. At least you can openly be Viktor’s wife.”

Her gaze slid to the resignation letter in my hand, the curve of her lips deepening.

“Unlike me—other than my career and his true feelings, I have nothing.”

When I didn’t respond, she leaned closer and lowered her voice.

“But you don’t know this yet, do you? The first time we were together… was when you were hospitalized.”

I turned my head sharply toward her.

Her smile widened.

“In the hospital restroom. You were in agony from gastric bleeding, and he was comforting me while telling me to keep my voice down.”

“Later, you even asked him through the door if he wasn’t feeling well.”

“Don’t you think that’s… kind of pathetic?”

Watching my face turn pale, Celina’s smile became even more unrestrained.

“You… will always only deserve to pick up what others—”

“Ah!”

Before I even realized it, the glass of red wine in my hand had already been splashed straight at her face.

“Leona! Are you insane?!”

Almost at the same moment, a familiar figure rushed over.

“Celina kindly invited you to this event, and this is how you treat her?”

Celina collapsed into Viktor’s arms, her voice trembling softly as she cried.

“It’s okay. She’s upset, and that’s understandable. After all, I took her partner position. I should bear it.”

Viktor gently patted her back.

“It’s not your fault. She just isn’t capable enough.”

When he looked up at me, there was nothing left in his eyes but piercing coldness.

“Leona, have you had enough?”

“A loss is a loss. You can’t even accept that?”

“If you’re not good enough, who else is to blame?”

So this is what it feels like—when the pain goes beyond a limit, you truly stop crying.

I took out a document from my bag and looked at him calmly.

“Viktor, let’s get divorced.”

He froze for a moment, then let out a mocking laugh.

“What now? Trying to threaten me with divorce again?”

“Everyone knows today is your last day. You’ve lost your job—what choice do you have besides going home and being Mrs. Frate?”

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