Chapter 2

That night, I didn't go home. I stayed at the hospital all night.

Vivienne Hart sent messages all night long and made countless calls.

I didn't read them. I didn't answer.

The next day, I arrived at the company early to prepare my resignation paperwork.

Vivienne was the company's founder.

I was just an ordinary designer.

From the days when she had nothing, I'd been by her side building the business with her.

Now, my position in the company had become negligible.

Even if I disappeared, Vivienne wouldn't notice at all.

Just as I was printing my resignation letter, Vivienne suddenly appeared behind me.

Under her gaze, I calmly picked up the resignation letter.

She looked at me, her tone gentle:

"Done printing?"

"Yeah."

Vivienne looked at me, seemingly oblivious to my coldness.

She cleared her throat:

"Logan, come with me for a moment."

The instant Vivienne called me away, my colleagues immediately started gossiping.

"Did you guys know? Ms. Hart is already married."

"Really? No wonder Logan and Ms. Hart kept their relationship secret and were so hush-hush about it. Turns out he's the other man."

"Logan always said he hated homewreckers. Talk about being a hypocrite."

My father abandoned Mom and me for another woman, making us suffer for half our lives.

But now, thanks to Vivienne, I was being called a homewrecker myself.

In the office, Vivienne tried to hug me.

I stepped back:

"Ms. Hart, this is the office."

Vivienne frowned.

"Stop being angry. I'll go see your mom with you tonight, okay?"

I shook my head.

"There's no need anymore."

My mom was already dead, and I didn't want you to see her anyway.

If she knew I was being called a homewrecker because of Vivienne, she'd definitely be angry with me.

Vivienne seemed to sense something was off.

After a moment of silence, she spoke:

"Two more days and I can divorce Sebastian. Then we can get our license."

She handed me a gift box.

"This is ginseng I prepared for your mom, specially for restoring her health."

I stared at the ginseng, somewhat dazed.

Her gesture came too late.

My mom didn't need it anymore.

Seeing my silence, a flash of anxiety crossed Vivienne's eyes. She was about to speak when an urgent ringtone interrupted her thoughts.

Vivienne took out her phone, glanced at me, hesitated briefly, then left anyway.

I knew it was Sebastian calling.

After all, he was Vivienne's legitimate husband now.

My heart felt nothing.

After all, I didn't care anymore.

Later, I submitted my resignation letter.

Facing my sudden resignation request, Vice President Smith seemed prepared.

"Logan, I'm sure Ms. Hart will take good care of you."

I bit my lip, finding it absurd.

Everyone seemed convinced I was Vivienne's kept man at the company.

She had already prepared everything for me.

But no one was willing to believe I was Vivienne's actual boyfriend, and that now, heartbroken, I was leaving.

As I was leaving the company, I ran into Vivienne and Sebastian at the elevator.

Seeing me, Vivienne's eyes flickered, and she instinctively tried to explain:

"Don't misunderstand. I brought Sebastian here to..."

Before she could finish, Sebastian draped his arm over her shoulder:

"Tour my wife's company."

I said nothing. Then Sebastian spoke again:

"Logan, you don't mind, do you?"

Sebastian looked at me provocatively.

I silently stepped out of the elevator, making way for them.

Vivienne looked at me, hesitation in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but in the end, Sebastian pulled her away.

That afternoon, at the crematorium, I watched Mom turn to ashes.

I placed her in the cemetery.

Until nightfall.

Vivienne didn't appear. Not a single message.

I didn't care.

Without her interference, Mom could rest more peacefully.

I think Mom's spirit wouldn't want me entangled with her anymore either.

And she definitely wouldn't want to see me get a marriage license with her.

Our six-year relationship should finally end completely.