After what happened at the pool, the information no longer surprised me. He had chosen to save Alicia without hesitation in a life-or-death situation. Compared to that, this was trivial. I laughed coldly. “So what if she’s at the company? Why can’t I be there too?” I was going, and I hoped to encounter her. I was Jonathan’s wife; why should I avoid his mistress? I was no longer the pathetic, lovesick twenty-five-year-old Elise. It would be best if she were there, even better if I caught them together. I'd catch them red-handed and file for divorce immediately.

Bob was silent during the drive, occasionally glancing at me in the rearview mirror. His polite demeanor couldn't mask his disdain. "Just as I thought," his expression seemed to say. I asked, "What is it? Is there something you'd like to say?"

He sighed, adjusted the steering wheel, and said, "Mr. Ford is very busy, Ms. Sawyer. Causing scenes will only push him further away." His tone was reprimanding. Even his assistant dared to lecture me, highlighting how pitiful my image had become. "Your suicide attempt alone caused Mr. Ford enough trouble! He always cleans up after you and your conflicts with Ms. Zimmer. The more you do that, the more he'll see Ms. Zimmer as gentle and considerate. Even if nothing is between them now, you'll push him into her arms."

I raised an eyebrow. "Then get him to divorce me. I'm not stopping him."

Bob gave me a peculiar look before resuming his well-meaning lecture. "With Mr. Ford absent, anger won't help! I understand your disappointment from the pool incident, but he had reasons. Mentioning divorce might provoke him, but saying it too often might make it a reality!"

My annoyance grew, but he continued. "Ms. Sawyer, I know I shouldn't say this, but—"

"If you know you shouldn't, then stop," I interrupted sharply. "You're Jonathan's assistant, Bob, not his father, and certainly not mine!"

He fell silent, likely witnessing my temper for the first time. He shook his head, seemingly deeming me hopeless.

We arrived at Millenia Corporation shortly after. The name was boldly displayed on the majestic, state-of-the-art building, the tallest in Harthville. Stepping out of the car, I was stunned by its scale. Since my amnesia, I only knew I was married to Jonathan and that his family was well-off—but this was the first time I truly grasped his wealth. A sense of familiarity washed over me as I stood at the entrance. I asked Bob, "How do I get upstairs?"

He'd just parked and approached. He paused, bewildered. "Ms. Sawyer, you work here."

I was stunned. The building's familiarity made sense now. I worked here? In college, I'd had a crush on Jonathan, unaware he was Millenia Corporation's heir. My goal was to work here. Who knew I'd achieve that dream? But... I sighed. Divorce meant leaving this job. I couldn't work for my ex-husband.

Using muscle memory, I went to Jonathan's floor. Bob followed, still trying to dissuade me. Ignoring his nagging, I entered Jonathan's office—to find Alicia there. She was half-leaning on his desk, her body tilted toward him, giving him sultry eyes. They were very close. I chuckled disdainfully. "Am I disturbing something?"