Chapter 3

A joyful voice came from the other end of the line: "I didn't mishear, did I? You finally made up your mind?!"

I hummed in affirmation, trying to suppress the bitterness in my heart. "Yes, it's all over. I want to go home."

Chris chuckled. "That's good news, Alex, why be sad about it? Well, I'll wish you a happy divorce in advance then!"

Chris was incredibly efficient. The lawyer contacted me first thing in the morning.

I booked my flight for three days later and started packing my bags.

After Scarlett left that night, she disappeared for two consecutive days.

In the past, I would have anxiously asked her why she wasn't coming home.

But now, I no longer cared.

At nine in the evening, I lay in bed, silently planning my departure time for tomorrow.

Then, Scarlett's friend Ben suddenly called.

"Alex, it's bad! Scarlett's about to get into a fight! You need to get over here right away!"

When I arrived, I immediately spotted Scarlett, with a frightened Liam cowering behind her.

At a table, a few middle-aged men and women were still relentlessly pushing drinks.

"Ms. Scarlett, what's wrong with having this young man join us for a few drinks to liven things up?"

"Exactly, he's just your assistant. Do you really need to baby him so much?"

"If he just has a few drinks with us, we'll sign the deal right away, fair enough?"

At these words, Scarlett's face instantly turned awful. She slammed her glass onto the floor and sneered.

"What? Are you implying that I, Scarlett, need to rely on men to do business?!"

Hearing that, I froze. Those humiliating memories resurfaced.

In the early days of the company, to quickly establish a market presence, I accompanied Scarlett to various networking events. For her career, I forced myself to stomach the nausea, plastering on a smile, drinking glass after glass. But she never once stopped a drink from being offered to me.

That time, it was also a night like this. I cried, begging her to take me home. The networking was disgusting, I didn't want to drink anymore.

But Scarlett got angry. "What are you talking about? It's your honor to drink with Mr. Ben

!" She grabbed my hand. "I knew you'd be a hassle! Just keep quiet later and just drink. Let's go! They're waiting for us."

At that memory, I couldn't stop myself from trembling slightly.

Yet this time, facing the same situation, Scarlett chose to stand in front of Liam.

She ruffled Liam's hair, her eyes filled with tenderness. "Liam, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you to a place like this. Even if I lose this deal, I would never let you drink."

Seeing this scene, my heart instantly twisted into a knot. So, she could feel reluctant to let someone drink.

Liam couldn't drink, no matter what, but what about me? What did all those glasses of alcohol I'd swallowed over the years count for?

My heart ached sharply. I turned, wanting to escape.

Just then, Ben spotted me and waved enthusiastically. "Alex, over here!"

Everyone's eyes instantly fell on me. Including Scarlett's.