Chapter 3

I burst into the isolation room. The vet already had the syringe in hand, the needle glinting menacingly. Champ let out a low whimper, sensing the danger, but was too weak from his injuries to even put up a slight struggle.

"Stop!" I roared.

The vet froze, looking confused.

I scooped Champ into my arms and walked out, leaving a single sentence hanging in the air.

"You're going to put a pet down without explicit consent from the owner? This hospital is going to be shut down!"

Champ sniffed my familiar scent, his nose twitching, and whimpered weakly a couple of times. I gently stroked his head, my heart aching, and pushed him into the operating room.

While waiting outside, Liam posted an apology video on Ins, even tagging me. His eyes were red-rimmed, but he still feigned composure. "I never thought my last post would cause Ms. Jenkins' husband to misunderstand. 'Boss' is just my pet name for my girlfriend, it wasn't meant for Ms. Jenkins."

"I apologize to Ms. Jenkins' husband for the misunderstanding. I'm truly sorry! Perhaps a 'Boss' title is too high-class for a nobody like me. I swear, I won't ever use it again. Please, just let me go!"

Immediately after, Chloe liked his post:

**[I never realized how my husband's possessiveness would drag you into this mess. I'm so sorry on his behalf.]**

Instantly, the comments section blew up with sympathy for Liam, outrage against the rich, and a bunch of people calling me a psycho, telling Chloe to dump me.

I ignored their antics, staring at the video's background. I almost laughed at the absurdity.

He claimed "Boss" wasn't for Chloe, yet the apology video was shot in *my* and Chloe's bedroom! Chloe's silk nightgown, the one she specifically wore for me last time, was still lying on the floor!

I immediately slammed all the evidence online.

"So, is my bed more comfortable when you're sneaking around in it?"

"Oh, and by the way, that bed cost me two million to custom make. It's stained now, so you can keep it when you leave. Consider it a housewarming gift from me."

Soon, the hashtag #CEOGiftsSidePieceMyBed went viral.

Chloe's older brother, Caleb, showed up first.

A forced smile stretched across his face. "Leo, Chloe is still young. It must have been that scumbag who seduced her, and she just made a mistake."

Mrs. Jenkins grabbed Chloe's ear and pushed her forward. "Look at the mess you've made! Hurry up and apologize to Leo!"

Chloe's expression was grim. "Leo, why did you post all that stuff online? You've ruined both my and Liam's reputations!"

"Liam and I haven't done anything. He had nowhere else to go, so I just let him stay. There are security cameras in the bedroom; you can check if you don't believe me!"

As she spoke, Chloe took a few steps forward and raised her hand, aiming to slap me. I caught her wrist, my face dark as I stared at her. "Chloe, you should be thankful you two didn't *actually* do anything in that bedroom. Otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here talking to me."

"Get out of my sight. I don't have time for you right now."

But she mistook my calm for weakness and became bolder. "You need to post something online immediately to clear Liam's name, or don't even *think* about me forgiving you!"

Just as her words fell, the operating room light flickered off. The lead surgeon walked out, pulling off his mask. "The surgery was successful. Champ's life is safe."

A wave of relief washed over me. I then slammed the divorce papers onto Chloe's face.

"Forgive me? No need."

"Sign it. We'll settle the rest of our accounts slowly after that!"