Chapter

Morgan

Julian's face darkened. He stepped into my space and grabbed my arm hard.

"When did you get so damn vindictive, Morgan?" he snapped. "You're completely out of line. You let your petty jealousy ruin the office vibe. Apologize to Chloe right now. Do it, and I might actually let you keep your job."

The office vultures immediately circled, feeding off his anger.

"Flexing your seniority to bully an intern? Sick."

"She's literally wasting company resources just to torture Chloe. Psycho."

"We all know why she works here for pennies. She's obsessed with Julian. She totally lost it today over a pity bouquet."

I let out a bitter, exhausted laugh.

When Julian and I first got married, we were broke. He used to surprise me with cheap bodega daisies, and I loved them. But the second he decided to play CEO, the flowers stopped.

I was the top creative in the industry, and I funded his dream. I gave up a massive salary so he could build this agency.

Even when the rumors about him and Chloe started, I ignored them. Even when I saw Chloe expensing designer bags and a leased Mercedes on the company card—while barely knowing how to use the printer—I kept my mouth shut.

Julian called it "executive team-building," and like an idiot, I bought it.

I actually thought he skipped my flowers today to save budget. I didn't realize my years of sacrifice just made me look pathetic to them.

I pointed at the shredded pages all over the floor. "That was my blood, sweat, and tears for the past five days!"

I glared at Julian. "If Chloe had just printed it when I asked, we could have ambushed the client and locked down the luxury account today! Now it's ruined. And you think I need to get fired?"

Chloe's eyes darted around. Cue the waterworks.

"Julian, she's setting me up!" she sobbed, grabbing his arm. "She gave me an impossible deadline because she knows her strategy is garbage!"

"She knows we're gonna lose the bid tomorrow! So she threw fake data at me to make me the scapegoat! Morgan, why are you doing this to me?!"

The coworkers gasped, fully buying the act.

"Wow. Setting up an intern to cover her own incompetence? That's low."

"She knew she couldn't crack the account, so she's using Chloe as a meat shield."

Julian turned to ice. He shoved me backward, his expensive shoes trampling all over my ruined pitch.

"You set this whole thing up just to frame Chloe?" he yelled. "You're sick, Morgan. No wonder your work has been trash lately! Apologize to her right now, or I'm calling Security!"

He completely forgot our startup days in the garage. I used to do the work of ten people. Printing and binding a hundred reports in an hour was my daily baseline. But when I ask his precious intern to do it, it's abuse.

I gave a tired smile. I brushed the paper scraps off my shirt, unclipped my employee badge, and dropped it on the floor.

"Don't bother calling Security, Julian," I said calmly. "I quit."

I reached into my bag and pulled out a thick document I'd printed this morning. I slapped it hard against his chest. He reflexively grabbed it.

"Sign the last page. I'll email you where to send my stuff."

Julian frowned. His eyes dropped to the bold letters on the front page.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

He froze. All the color drained from his face.

I turned on my heel to walk out, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.