Chapter 4

At dawn, I packed everything and returned to the company for final handover.

The moment I stepped into the office, colleagues looked at me strangely. After I walked away, they whispered and pointed behind my back.

It wasn't until I found Sebastian sitting at my desk that I understood the source of this strange atmosphere.

Everyone stared at their computer screens, but their eyes kept glancing toward this dramatic scene.

Seeing me arrive, Sebastian looked at me arrogantly:

"I'm starting work today. I want to sit here. Go somewhere else."

I looked at him and nodded calmly.

"Fine. Let me pack my things."

Our exchange was calm, but seeing my attitude, my colleagues all thought I felt guilty facing Sebastian, the legitimate spouse.

But with both Sebastian and me present, no one dared say much.

They just typed on their computers, expressing their disdain for me.

I wanted to clear things up but didn't know how to begin.

After all, Sebastian really was Vivienne's legally married husband.

No matter how much I protested, I'd only humiliate myself.

As I finished packing and prepared to leave, Vivienne walked over.

Seeing me with my belongings, her expression tightened.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm..."

Sebastian cut in:

"Making room for me. I like sitting here."

Seeing I was leaving, Vivienne quickly grabbed my arm.

"No. This is your seat. No one can..."

Before she could finish, I interrupted:

"If he likes it, let him have it."

After all, I'd already resigned. Whoever wanted to sit there had nothing to do with me.

But Vivienne froze in place, her expression unreadable.

Only after my figure with the box disappeared did she snap back to reality.

In front of everyone, Vivienne shoved aside Sebastian, who was humming while organizing the desk, then slapped him across the face:

"Did our fake marriage give you the wrong idea and make you forget your place?!"

"Did you forget I warned you not to provoke Logan?"

After leaving the company, I received a text from Vivienne.

[Tomorrow at City Hall. I'll wait for you.]

[The specialist I hired for your mom will arrive tomorrow.]

I smiled, feeling somewhat bitter.

Vivienne, goodbye.

I took all my luggage and headed to the airport.

The next day, Vivienne stood at the entrance of City Hall, holding her freshly issued divorce certificate.