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I had just put down my phone when Mark stormed in.
He grabbed my wrist, aggressive and fierce, his face contorted as he said:
“Rachel! If you didn’t want to give up that project, you should have just said so! I didn’t expect you to be so vicious, saying one thing to my face and doing another behind my back! I can’t believe you would stoop so low as to spread false rumors!”
“You’re a woman too, don’t you feel guilty using such tactics?”
“How disgusting can you be!”
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Olivia followed closely behind, hiding behind Mark’s back with red–rimmed eyes, looking like she was about to cry, biting her red lips, pitiful
and delicate.
She looked at me pitifully and said:
“Sister Rachel, you didn’t have to give me that project if you didn’t want to. I don’t care what people say about me outside. But I’ve always thought of you as my best sister, how could you do this to me?”
“I never did those things, how could you slander me like this?”
As she spoke, she started to choke up, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
I looked at Mark and stated word by word: “I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t stoop to using such underhanded methods to deal with someone who poses no threat to me.”
Mark’s expression was distorted, he couldn’t bear to hear my explanation at all.
“Rachel, I know you better than anyone. For all these years, you’ve always been good at dealing with others, using any means necessary to achieve your goals.”
“As long as you feel someone is hindering you, you would attack them without hesitation. It was the same with those business partners before, the same with your competitors, and now Olivia is your target!”
“You’re just a hypocritical and disgusting woman!”
“To think that Olivia went to great lengths to choose this high–end restaurant for our anniversary, and you still do such a thing. You don’t deserve it!”
Mark was shouting and making a scene in the restaurant, flipping over the table. The dishes on it shattered on the ground with a crash.
A shard bounced onto my face, cutting a small gash, with bright red blood seeping out.
I wiped my face, looking at the blood on my hand, and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
To keep his projects, to make his company develop better, I had exhausted myself negotiating with clients time and time again.
These exhausting efforts, in his eyes, turned out to be using any means necessary.
After so many years of sharing a bed, he had never believed in my character.
I wiped my hands clean and took out my resignation letter from my bag.
“Since you don’t believe me, then sign this. After it’s done, we’ll go get the divorce certificate tomorrow.”
Mark sneered: “You think you can threaten me with this? Let me tell you, it’s impossible!”
With that, he picked up the pen and signed it with a flourish.
“I’ll do as you wish. Starting tomorrow, you don’t need to come anymore!”
After saying this, he pulled Olivia and turned to leave.
I looked at the mess on the ground and calmly compensated the restaurant for the damage: using Mark’s card.
Early the next morning, I first went to the company to handle my resignation, then went to the civil affairs bureau with the impatient Mark and successfully got the divorce certificate.
He seemed to have a fire under his butt, quickly taking the certificate and leaving, not looking back at me once.
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I took a taxi straight to the airport.
My things had already been packed and shipped back to my hometown through logistics. Now I was traveling light, feeling completely relaxed.
Before boarding, I sent Mark one last message:
“The key is in the bedside table. From now on, let’s never meet again.”
After sending it, I blocked him and turned off my phone.
I boarded the plane back to my hometown.
