I looked at the man who had just threatened me and suddenly felt nothing.

No anger.

No jealousy.

Not even heartbreak.

That frightened me more than the ten slaps.

Three years ago, I would have cried and begged him to listen. Yesterday, I might still have tried to explain that Lieu Y Y had framed me.

But tonight, I simply pulled his hand away from my chin.

“Don’t worry, Co Than. I won’t threaten you with divorce again.”

He narrowed his eyes.

Before he could answer, I stood and walked upstairs.

Behind me came his cold laugh.

“Good. At least you finally understand.”

He thought I had surrendered.

He had no idea I had just given up on him.

That night, while Co Than slept in the guest room, I opened the locked drawer beneath my desk.

Inside was a red folder.

Our marriage certificate.

Property documents.

And one envelope I had received two weeks earlier but never opened because I had still been foolish enough to believe my marriage could be saved.

I finally tore it open.

There was only one sentence I cared about.

The overseas branch had approved my transfer.

I stared at the letter for a long time.

Then I picked up my phone and called the number printed beneath it.

A man answered almost immediately.

“Ms. To?”

“I accept the position.”

He sounded surprised.

“You previously asked us to hold it because of your husband.”

“My husband is no longer a consideration.”

Silence.

Then he asked, “When can you leave?”

I looked toward the closed bedroom door.

“One month.”

The next morning, I arrived at the company before everyone else.

My face was still swollen, so I wore a mask.

The first thing I did was submit a one-month leave request.

My department manager stared at the form.

“A whole month? Why?”

I smiled.

“To get married.”

His eyes widened.

Everyone in the department knew I was supposedly single.

Within an hour, the gossip spread through three floors.

Apparently, the quiet woman who had been publicly humiliated by President Co yesterday was suddenly taking a month off to get married.

Nobody knew the truth.

And I had no intention of explaining.

At ten that morning, Lieu Y Y appeared beside my desk.

She placed a coffee in front of me and smiled sweetly.

“Ms. To, I hope you’re not angry about yesterday.”

I continued packing my personal belongings.

She glanced at the empty drawers.

“You’re leaving?”

“Taking leave.”

“I heard.”

Her smile became brighter.

“You’re getting married?”

I finally looked at her.

“Yes.”

Something flickered across her face.

Then she laughed.

“That’s wonderful. President Co will probably be relieved too. After all, some women should know when to stop chasing a man who will never belong to them.”

I almost laughed.

If only she knew.

The man she had spent three years trying to steal had legally been my husband the entire time.

But that secret no longer mattered.

I closed the final box.

“Secretary Lieu.”

“Yes?”

“You want him?”

She blinked.

I smiled behind my mask.

“Then take him.”

For some reason, her face changed.

I carried my box toward the elevator without looking back.

That afternoon, I contacted a lawyer.

By five o’clock, the divorce agreement was ready.

I signed first.

Beside my signature, I placed a bank-transfer receipt.

1,000,000 yuan.

The exact amount Co Than had paid me after ordering those ten slaps.

In the note, I wrote:

Your compensation has been returned. We owe each other nothing.

Then I left the documents on his desk at home.

My suitcase was already waiting downstairs.

At 6:40 p.m., I walked out of that villa with everything I wanted to keep.

Co Than never called.

Perhaps he hadn’t gone home.

Perhaps he was with Lieu Y Y.

For the first time, I didn’t care.

The next morning, my desk at the company was empty.

At nine fifteen, Co Than walked through the project department.

He rarely came to our floor.

That was why everyone immediately stood.

But he stopped beside my desk.

His eyebrows tightened.

“Where is To Tham?”

The department manager hesitated.

“She requested leave yesterday, President Co.”

“For what?”

Nobody answered immediately.

Co Than became impatient.

“How long?”

“One month.”

His expression darkened.

“A month?”

Then one young employee, unaware of our relationship, laughed awkwardly.

“President Co, you didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“She said she’s taking a month off to get married.”

The entire office went silent.

For several seconds, Co Than didn’t move.

Then he laughed.

But nobody else did.

“Married?”

“Yes.”

His smile slowly disappeared.

“To whom?”

No one knew.

That was when his phone rang.

It was the villa housekeeper.

He answered impatiently.

“What?”

Whatever she said made his face change instantly.

“What do you mean she’s gone?”

Everyone stared.

Co Than turned and walked quickly toward the elevator.

Then the housekeeper apparently said something else.

He stopped.

His fingers tightened around the phone.

On his desk at home, she had found my signed divorce agreement.

And beneath it was the receipt showing that I had returned his one million yuan.

But there was something else inside the envelope.

Something I hadn’t put there.

A photograph.

Co Than stared at the image the housekeeper sent him.

It showed Lieu Y Y at the year-end party.

She wasn’t falling.

She was looking directly toward the security camera.

And one second before pretending to collapse, her own hand was clearly gripping the edge of the table.

Co Than slowly raised his head.

Across the office, Lieu Y Y had just stepped out of the elevator.

She smiled and walked toward him.

“Mr. Co, why are you here?”

He didn’t answer.

He simply turned his phone around and showed her the photograph.

For the first time since I had known her, Lieu Y Y’s face went completely white.

And then Co Than asked the question that made the entire floor fall silent.

“Tell me why To Tham was punished for something you did yourself.”