Nathan expected my call before the plane even landed.

He expected anger.

Tears.

A desperate wife asking him to come home.

Instead, he got silence.

And that silence frightened him more than any argument ever could.

When Emily stepped off the plane in the Maldives, she was still smiling.

She thought she had won.

She posted another photo.

The ocean behind her.

Champagne in her hand.

My mother’s scarf around her neck.

But she didn’t notice the comments changing.

The same people who had praised her earlier were now asking questions.

“Isn’t that Sofia Shen’s family heirloom?”

“Didn’t Nathan Fu’s wife own that plane?”

“Why is Emily wearing something that belonged to Mrs. Fu?”

The Fu family circle was small.

Very small.

And secrets rarely survived there.

Meanwhile, I sat in my office overlooking the city and watched the reports come in.

Fu Group’s stock continued dropping.

Investors wanted explanations.

Partners demanded emergency meetings.

The projects I had financed were suddenly frozen.

Nathan finally understood something.

The money that kept Fu Group alive was never his.

It was mine.

For three years, everyone called him the genius businessman who rebuilt the company.

They forgot who stood behind him when the company was almost bankrupt.

They forgot whose family connections opened the doors.

They forgot whose father personally signed the first rescue agreement.

Nathan had confused my support with weakness.

That was his biggest mistake.

At 9:30 that morning, my assistant Amy entered my office.

“President Shen, Nathan Fu has been calling every ten minutes.”

I didn’t look up.

“What does he want?”

She placed a tablet on my desk.

“He wants a meeting.”

I glanced at the screen.

Twenty-seven missed calls.

Thirty-six messages.

The man who ignored my anniversary suddenly had time for me.

Interesting.

“Tell him I’m busy.”

Amy hesitated.

“Should I schedule another time?”

I smiled slightly.

“No.”

“Tell him I don’t have time to discuss personal matters with someone who made his choice.”

Amy nodded.

But before she left, another message arrived.

This time from Nathan.

Sofia.

I know I made a mistake.

Please don’t make this bigger than it needs to be.

I stared at that sentence.

A mistake.

That was what he called humiliating his wife.

Taking something precious from my mother and giving it to another woman.

Using my own plane to create a romantic memory with someone else.

A mistake.

I typed one response.

You are right about one thing, Nathan. This is bigger than you think.

Then I put my phone away.

That afternoon, I received an unexpected visitor.

Victoria Fu.

Nathan’s mother.

The woman who had spent years reminding me that I was lucky to marry into the Fu family.

She entered my office without her usual confidence.

“Sofia.”

I continued signing documents.

“Mrs. Fu.”

Her expression tightened.

“You are really selling everything?”

“Yes.”

“You know what this will do to Nathan.”

I finally looked at her.

“Do you know what Nathan did to me?”

She became quiet.

For once, she had no answer.

“He embarrassed you,” she said softly. “But marriage isn’t supposed to end because of one woman.”

I laughed.

Not loudly.

Just enough for her to understand.

“One woman?”

I stood up.

“No, Mrs. Fu.”

“This isn’t about Emily.”

“It is about your son believing I would tolerate anything because I loved him.”

Victoria looked away.

Then she whispered:

“He made a terrible mistake.”

I walked toward the window.

“No.”

“He made a choice.”

That evening, Nathan finally returned.

Not to apologize.

Not at first.

He came because he needed something.

He entered my office looking exhausted.

For the first time, he didn’t look like the powerful president everyone admired.

He looked like a man who had realized his safety net was gone.

“Sofia.”

I said nothing.

He stepped closer.

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking.”

His eyes moved toward the divorce documents on my desk.

“You’re really doing this?”

I looked at him calmly.

“Yes.”

His voice became softer.

“You can’t throw away three years because of one misunderstanding.”

I almost smiled.

A misunderstanding.

That word again.

“Nathan.”

I pointed toward the documents.

“You didn’t lose me when you took Emily on the plane.”

“You lost me when you looked at me standing there and decided I was the problem.”

His face changed.

Because deep down, he knew.

I wasn’t angry anymore.

Anger meant I still wanted something from him.

I wanted him to understand.

I wanted him to regret it.

But now?

I simply wanted my life back.

Then Nathan said something that made me realize everything was even worse than I thought.

“Emily wasn’t the reason I brought her on the plane.”

I froze.

“What?”

He looked nervous.

For the first time, he looked afraid.

“There was something I needed to tell you.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

He lowered his voice.

“Emily isn’t just an employee.”

The room became silent.

“She is connected to the person who has been trying to destroy Fu Group.”

My eyes narrowed.

“Then why did you protect her?”

Nathan didn’t answer immediately.

And that hesitation told me everything.

Because the truth wasn’t that he had made a mistake.

The truth was that Nathan Fu had been hiding something much bigger.

Something that involved my family.

My company.

And the reason Emily Song entered our lives in the first place.

Then my phone rang.

Amy.

Her voice sounded urgent.

“President Shen…”

“What happened?”

A pause.

Then she said:

“We found the original shareholder records from three years ago.”

My heartbeat changed.

“What records?”

“The ones showing who secretly bought control of Fu Group before your marriage.”

I looked at Nathan.

His face had gone completely pale.

Because he knew what was coming.

Amy continued:

“President Shen… the largest hidden shareholder of Fu Group…”

“…is not Nathan Fu.”

I stood frozen.

“Then who is it?”

There was a long silence.

Then Amy answered:

“Someone with the last name…”

“Song.”