Chapter 3

Chloe sat next to Alexander wrapped in a blanket, her head resting directly on his shoulder.

Seeing me, she frowned and complained:

"The boss is just overreacting. It’s only a cold, but he won’t let me drink or go to work. If I hadn’t begged him, he wouldn’t even bring me to this charity event."

Hearing her say this, Alexander fondly tapped her nose.

"I don’t care what you say. Just don’t cry when it’s time to take your medicine."

The two people before me were clearly a couple in love.

His gentle humor was also a side of him I found unfamiliar.

Clutching the divorce agreement in my hand, I felt oddly relieved.

Arriving at the event venue, Alexander exchanged pleasantries with the sponsors and prominent guests for a while.

Then he stepped back and began introducing everyone.

"This is Chloe, our company’s department manager."

When introducing me, one of the main donors frowned slightly.

"I remember clearly, this young lady went to prison for owing money. Mr. Smith, you really are loyal to old friends."

Alexander tensed up, glancing at me before laughing it off in agreement.

During the networking portion, Alexander and Chloe’s seats were pressed close together.

He kept giving me looks, telling me to proactively help block drinks for Chloe.

At the table, someone noticed their intimate gestures and couldn’t help teasing:

"Mr. Smith and Miss Chloe look so well-matched. I wonder if the boss is married?"

As soon as the words fell, Alexander looked at me, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

The next second, we said in unison:

"No."

Even though we gave the same answer, he abruptly turned his head to stare at me in shock.

It wasn’t until the guests went to the restroom that he messaged me:

"It’s all just an act, don’t take it to heart."

Alexander said it was acting, but I was telling the truth.

After all, he had already signed the divorce agreement.

I glanced at the message and flipped my phone face down.

Seeing this, Alexander was about to get up and come over, but I turned and went to the restroom.

Coming out of the stall, I ran into Chloe.

She stood with her arms crossed, clearly with a victorious attitude.

"Olivia, you’re truly pathetic as a woman. To be so despised by your husband - if it were me, I definitely wouldn’t have the face to show myself in public."

I washed my hands nonchalantly, saying coolly:

"That’s not for Miss Chloe to worry about."

Drying my hands, I prepared to leave.

But Chloe darted in front of me, looking me up and down.

"How can the boss’s wife still wear such rags?"

"Oh I forgot, Alexander must have spent all the money buying me haute couture. Sorry about that."

The expensive brands she wore seemed to constantly remind me of the difference between 1 and 1 million.

In an instant, the bitterness that had built up in my heart exploded, and I fled in a panic.

Back in the private lounge, I picked up my bag to leave.

Alexander hurriedly came over to stop me, his tone gentle:

"Don’t go yet, I’ll take you home later."

I was about to refuse when Chloe suddenly burst in crying.

Instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

Alexander immediately let go of me and ran over to ask what had happened.

Chloe was frantically rummaging through her bag and all her pockets.

Then she cried out in dismay:

"My custom diamond ring is missing!"