Chapter 4

The next day, I went to the company to clear out my things.

But in my private office, I saw Amber, wearing a skimpy nightgown, with her feet propped up on my desk.

Her things filled my office, and all of mine had been tossed outside the door.

This was *my* private office, custom-built for me by Liam.

Everyone in the company knew it, and no one dared to step foot in this room.

Amber was openly trampling all over me, completely disrespecting my boundaries.

Too fed up to argue with her, I called the police immediately.

In the police station’s interview room, Amber panicked.

“I was just helping Liam get some documents. Did you really have to call the police?”

“That’s my private space. Did I give you permission to enter without asking?”

“Taking something without permission? Isn't that called theft?”

Amber didn't retort after my words; she suddenly started crying. That's when I sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, when I turned around, who else but Liam, looking utterly furious, was standing right behind me.

“Liam!”

The moment she saw Liam, Amber directly threw herself into his arms.

“I really just wanted to help you get the documents, but Chloe seems to dislike me. She insists I stole something. I have so many gifts from you, my huge mansion can barely fit them all. Why would I want her cheap, tacky things?”

This small office was a "gift" from Liam to me.

It was his reciprocal gift for the small wooden cabin I built for him.

We had so many sweet memories in this room.

I always thought at least this sanctuary wouldn't be defiled, that it was the last shred of dignity left for our love.

But Liam had to personally tear apart my last bit of illusion.

Liam comforted Amber while explaining to the police officer,

“This is all a misunderstanding. We all know each other. Sorry for the trouble.”

Then he turned to me, his voice dripping with disgust.

“Chloe Miller, what have you become? You act like a lunatic all the time. Do you get some kind of sick satisfaction from using your power to hurt an innocent subordinate like Amber? You’ve truly disappointed me.”

His harsh words rained down on me, and before I could retort, Amber started her act again.

“Liam, don’t blame Chloe. It’s my fault for being so careless.”

“At worst, I’ll spend a few days in jail. It’s fine if people laugh at me. Don't let this cause trouble between you and Chloe.”

Liam held Amber’s hand, his face filled with concern.

“Amber, you're just too kind-hearted, that’s why everyone takes advantage of you.”

“Chloe Miller, I’m telling you, this isn’t going to blow over easily. You need to apologize to Amber right now.”

“Liam Donovan, she entered my private space without my permission. You’re telling me to apologize to her? Do you still think *she’s* the victim?”

As soon as I spoke, Amber started whimpering again, sniffling pathetically.

Liam scoffed.

“Your private space? That office belongs to Donovan Corp. Don’t forget, the entire Donovan Corp. is under *my* name. You only ever had temporary permission to use that office. If you maintain this attitude, I won't hesitate to have you arrested for making a false report.”

With that, he pulled Amber away to settle the matter.

His words pierced my heart like a sharp spike.

My heart, which I thought had long gone numb, began to ache faintly again.

For so many years, I poured all my efforts into supporting Donovan Corp. I thought I was fighting for our shared future.

It turned out, all I got in return was: "You only ever had temporary usage rights."

Before Liam left the interview room with Amber, he gave me a warning.

“Just a friendly heads-up: the likes have already reached 990. If you keep this attitude, I really am going to marry Amber.”

I looked at Amber’s contemptuous gaze behind him, and suddenly realized how pathetic I was.

Amber’s tricks were always clumsy; a smart man like Liam couldn’t possibly have missed them.

He simply chose to ignore them. The scales of his affection had long since tipped.

All of this was just a pathetic way to get rid of a fool like me, and I was still foolishly trying to make up with him again and again.

After figuring that out, the last bit of love I had for Liam completely died.

In the days leading up to my move to Veridia, annoying colleagues kept messaging me privately, giving me updates on the like count.

“The likes are at 994! If you don’t humble yourself, your man’s going to be snatched away!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, 997 likes already. Looks like you’re destined to be an old maid.”

“Oh, you’re holding out for a long time this time, huh? Could it be you think you’re not as good as Amber, so you wet your pants and ran away? Hahahaha.”

I blocked and deleted all of them, ignoring them entirely.

When the likes reached 999, and I still hadn’t caved, the tension around Liam was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

No one else in the company dared to press that final 'like' button.

Just as Liam was considering how to issue another warning,

Suddenly, someone burst into Liam’s office, shouting,

“Mr. Donovan, the 1000th like has been reached!”