Summary
After I finished the redemption arc, I ended up with the tragic second male lead.
By the third year of our marriage, he had grown quieter and quieter around me.
He also came home later and later.
I knew he had fallen for someone else.
He had fallen for his young, adorable little secretary, the one who always clung to him, and wanted to give her a home.
I did not cry or make a scene.
I simply asked him to give me one more month.
I wanted to take back every memory that belonged to us, one by one.
During that month, while he let me nurse my wounds alone, I swiftly reorganized the company, divided our assets, and transferred away the resources.
In the end, under his stunned gaze, I politely kicked him out of both the company and our home.
Honestly, I was the heroine of a redemption story.
If I had the power to save someone else, how could I ever let myself sink into the mud?