After 99 divorce threats… her last one broke me…

But she only glanced at me awkwardly, lasting only half a second.

Then she walked over to Ethan with a smile and replied:

“Do you like it? Then I’ll give it to you. It’s of no use to me anyway.”

As Ethan was about to put it in his bag, I couldn’t bear it any longer.

I quickly walked up to him, snatched the watch, then raised my fist and punched him in the face.

After that, I stormed out without looking back.

I didn’t want to stay in this house for another minute.

As I slammed the door shut, I heard Sarah comforting Ethan:

“You must have noticed that this male housekeeper likes me, so he doesn’t want to see me giving you things.”

“It’s all my fault for spoiling him too much. I’ll definitely fire him tomorrow!”

Angrily returning to my office, I received a call from Sarah:

“Jack, how can you be so petty? It’s just a watch. Did you have to make my client angry? Do you know he works for Smith Group?”

“You broke nouveau riche, do you even know what Smith Group is? The people working there are all elites. Why did you have to offend him of all people? I had to spend two hours appeasing him so his company wouldn’t cancel their cooperation with me.”

In the past, I would have definitely lowered my head and apologized, whether it was my fault or not.

But now, I let out a cold laugh. I didn’t know when my company had decided to cooperate with Sarah’s company.

No, there was. I suddenly remembered the contract that was about to expire in a day.

I made a call to my assistant:

“Stop the investment in Sarah’s company. I’ll personally handle the negotiations tomorrow!”

“Starting now, consolidate and reduce the group’s domestic operations, and shift the focus overseas.”

The core of Smith Group’s business was originally overseas, but because I wanted to be with Sarah, I forcibly shifted operations to the domestic market eight years ago.

Now, I’ve decided to develop abroad and disappear from Sarah’s world forever.

Sarah sent me another text message:

“Let’s get divorced. I’m tired.”

This time, I didn’t try to salvage anything, only replying with a single word: “Okay.”

The next morning when I woke up, it was already 8 o’clock. As I got up, I heard a commotion outside.

Opening the office door and looking down, I saw a woman in a wedding dress proposing to a man.

I had already lost faith in relationships, so I just glanced briefly, intending to turn back to my office.

But as I turned, I heard Sarah’s voice.

The CEO’s office was on the 31st floor, Ethan was on the 29th floor, and the three floors were connected internally. Although it was a bit far, I could still hear clearly.

Looking back, I saw Sarah in a white wedding dress, kneeling on one knee, holding out a ring to Ethan:

“Will you marry me?”