Chapter 1The Tables Have Turned

The moment my boss led the new CEO into the conference room, my world stopped.

“Ms. Lee, this is our team.”

The woman was my ex-wife. Three years ago, she had trampled all over my heart and betrayed our love for her first love.

Now, she stood there, her brow slightly furrowed, her eyes locked on me.

My boss, a seasoned veteran of the corporate world, saw the look on her face and immediately understood we had a history. His gaze instantly shifted to me.

“Mr. Miller and I are the project leads,” he announced, his voice a little too loud. “Quinn, now that you’ve tidied up the conference room, you can go.” He shot me a desperate look, practically begging me with his eyes to leave.

“That won’t be necessary,” she said, her voice cutting through the tension. “This project must be discussed with Mr. Quinn. Mr. Davis, if you change the person in charge, the deal is off.”

Everyone froze.

“Ms. Lee… this… of course, of course! Quinn, you… you have a good talk with Ms. Lee!”

The boss herded everyone out of the room, leaving me alone with her. Her name was Liana.

Her eyes were slightly red as she choked out the question. “These past two years, where did you go? Why didn't you answer my messages?”

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Memories flooded back, a torrent of pain I had long since buried. But the hysteria of the past was gone. I just looked at her calmly.

“Please, have a seat, Ms. Lee. Let’s discuss the project.”

My indifference seemed to throw her. She stared at me, lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking. “As long as you’re in charge of this project, I’ll sign.”

I nodded. “That might be difficult.”

Liana raised an eyebrow, then called my boss back in. She repeated her condition. My boss’s face lit up with joy, and he agreed immediately.

After Liana left, I sat in the chair, my mind blank. For two years, I had told myself not to dwell on the past. It wasn’t worth it. But the more I tried to convince myself, the clearer the images became, a constant torture.

I had finally crawled out of that shadow, only to run right back into her.

Liana and I were married for five years. We went from high school sweethearts to husband and wife. On our fifth anniversary, she spent a fortune at an auction to acquire a national treasure that had been lost overseas—a jade bi disk carved with a dragon and a phoenix.

She then donated it to the national museum in the name of her first love, Julian.

During the press interview, she gazed at Julian, who stood beside her, her eyes overflowing with affection. “This jade disk is my birthday gift to Julian,” she’d said. “We discussed it, and he decided to donate it to the museum. We hope all of our nation’s lost treasures can find their way home, back to the ones they love.”

The video went viral. Everyone knew about Liana’s undying love for Julian. The internet sang praises of their epic romance. Even her friends sent me smug, passive-aggressive texts.

“Hey, Colin. Your wife’s in love.”

“Congratulations,” I typed back. Then I looked at the comments on the interview. They were all filled with envy.

“This is what a female CEO’s love looks like? I guess trophy husbands really do exist! I love it!”

“Childhood sweethearts and first loves, she’s got all the bases covered!”

I shook my head, a bitter smile on my face.

I ate the dinner I had spent all day preparing, alone. I put away the flowers, peonies that had been flown in that morning, fresh and vibrant. Her favorite. Now, everything in the room seemed to mock me.

It was our fifth anniversary. She was the one who had told me to prepare for it. I waited and waited, all for nothing. It was just an excuse to get me out of the way.

In the video, her face was soft, her gaze on Julian tender and loving. With me, she always wore a mask of ice.

In that moment, I was just… tired. It was like the last breath had finally left my body. The heart that had been hanging in suspense finally fell. I used to think it was just her personality, that she wasn’t a smiley person. Now I knew better. It was just that I wasn’t the one who made her smile.

Our love? A self-deception that only I had believed in.

I decided it was time to cut the cord, to stop torturing myself.

I called her.

“Where are you?”

I could clearly hear Julian’s laughter in the background, but she didn’t even flinch. Her voice was as cold as ever. “Working late.”

She couldn’t even be bothered to come up with a more elaborate lie. The laughter faded as she moved to a quieter place, trying to make the lie more believable.

“Liana, I’m tired. Let’s get a divorce.”

Hearing the finality in my voice, she was silent for a moment. Then, she exploded. “Colin, are you insane? What is this now? If you’re sick, go see a doctor. Don’t bother me.”

“I’ll have the papers sent to you. Just sign them.”

I hung up, ignoring the furious tirade that followed. I looked around the room, so familiar yet so foreign. This was where I had cooked and cleaned for her, washed and dried her hair, massaged her feet. Where I had comforted her, soothed her worries countless times.

After five years of marriage, I finally understood. No matter how much I did, how good I was, it was all for nothing. I wasn’t the one she loved.

Anything he did was right. And I… I was just a placeholder for when he wasn’t around. A way to pass the time. Better than nothing.

I packed up everything that belonged to me and left the place I had once considered my home. I moved back into my pre-marital condo. It wasn't as big as her villa, but it gave me a sense of peace I hadn't felt in years.

I met with a lawyer and discussed the details of the divorce. He was thorough, offering several strategies to ensure a smooth process.

I rested for two days. On the third morning, a call from Liana woke me.

“Colin, where did you go? Do you think playing hard to get is interesting?” Her voice was laced with her usual accusatory tone. “Get your ass back here. I already bought you a gift.”

The same old pattern. Accusations, blame-shifting, all with an air of absolute entitlement. She never considered my feelings, never tried to see things from my perspective. We were supposed to be a team, but in her eyes, in her heart, I didn’t exist.

Once, I collapsed from exhaustion at work. At the same time, a stray cat Julian had taken in threw up a hairball. She was so worried about the cat that she walked right past my unconscious body on the floor and drove over 250 miles to be with him.

Even a colleague I didn’t get along with showed more concern, calling an ambulance and taking me to the hospital. When I woke up, the first person I saw was my office rival. Even he was willing to help me, paying my bills and talking to the doctors.

My wife? She walked past me without a second glance. Not even a single word of concern.

Of course, I was upset. I asked her if I even mattered to her. Her reaction was the same as it was now: furious accusations.

“Are you going to make a scene over something so small? Didn’t you get the worker’s comp money? If you don’t want to be married, then let’s get a divorce.”

She always used divorce as a threat. I never dared to argue back.

I used to love her to the bone. I couldn’t lose her, couldn’t live without her. But the images of her and Julian were burned into my mind. To stop her from divorcing me, I had to lie to myself. Every night, I would tell myself that she was telling the truth, that she and Julian were just good friends, that she loved me.

I lived in a fantasy of my own making. She remained on her pedestal, ordering me around, and I was the clueless, lovesick fool.

But now, I was done lying to myself.