That night, I brought dinner to Leonard as usual.

The moment I opened the door, the sight before me stabbed painfully at my heart.

I saw the young secretary on Leonard's lap, about to kiss him. Upon hearing me enter, she blushed and tried to stand up.

But Leonard didn't even lift an eyelid. His strong arms encircled her waist as he whispered softly in her ear, "I'm right here. What are you afraid of?"

The scene felt hauntingly familiar, and in a daze, I remembered my 18th birthday, sitting on his lap, my face flushed with embarrassment as he whispered the same thing to me: "I'm here. Don't be afraid."

I was so immersed in his warmth back then that I gave him my precious first time.

But in just five short years, another woman had quietly taken my place beside him.

I suddenly laughed.

It felt like the past five years had been nothing but a joke.

Leonard, hearing my laugh, glanced up at me briefly, saying nothing.

The secretary, now uncomfortable in the awkward atmosphere, mumbled an apology.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Berry, I…"

But before she could finish, Leonard silenced her with a kiss, deep and unrelenting, until she was breathless.

Only then did he release her, smiling gently. "Didn't I tell you? Don't be afraid when I'm here."

I said nothing, but the sight made my stomach churn, and I had to suppress the urge to gag.

"Leonard," I said abruptly, interrupting them. He asked impatiently, "What is it?"

"Let's get a divorce."

Without waiting for their reaction, I tossed the dinner on the table and left the room.

Once outside the building, breathing in the fresh air, I felt alive again.

As expected, no one came running after me after I suggested the divorce.

Clearly, they didn't believe I was serious.

Leonard was no longer the man he once was. Now, he was a business tycoon, while I was just an insignificant actress. Any resources I had were thanks to him.

Without him, how could I survive in this industry?

So, like everyone else, Leonard believed I was merely bluffing, and that I'd eventually come crawling back to him.

But strangely, the thought irritated me.

For so long, I had been living according to everyone else's expectations.

Now, I wanted to live for myself.

In his office, the secretary, seeing my outburst, furrowed her brows in concern.

"Mr. Berry, Mrs. Berry seemed angry... Don't you want to check on her?"

"There's no need," Leonard chuckled, sipping his wine before speaking casually, "She's the type of person who would never dare to leave me."