Playing the role of the mediator, Harry pretended to advise me as well.

"She's right, Cam. It's time to stop causing a fuss. Ms. Smith didn't eat or sleep just to look for you. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

He then approached me and tried to pat my shoulder, but I swiftly dodged away.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," I said.

Rosalie's temper exploded. "Don't be so ungrateful. Harry's being respectful."

Her tone turned smug when she noticed what I was holding. "Stop making a fuss and come home with me. How can you claim not to miss me when you bought my favorite cake?"

Rosalie approached me and tried to take the bag from me, wearing a coy expression.

I didn't spare a glance at her when I tossed the bag into the trash, saying, "You're overthinking. I only bought the cake because I was craving it. Tell your dear Harry to buy it for you if you want to eat it."

I hailed a cab and headed home after I was done speaking, ignoring Rosalie's hysterical cries that echoed behind me.

…

Rosalie kicked open the door minutes after I arrived home.

Her eyes were bloodshot as if she had cried before coming over.

"Do you have some loose screws in your head, Cameron?" she wailed. "Why would you corner me like that in front of all the employees? You even exposed our relationship. Did you even stop to think about how the employees will see me now?"

Harry chimed in, "She's right, Cam. You were inconsiderate this time. Ms. Smith is already having a hard time keeping such a big business running smoothly. Why did you cause more trouble for her?"

It was obvious that Harry's words aimed to praise Rosalie while belittling me, giving off the impression that I wasn't earning my keep.

"Did you do what you did because of me, Cam? There's nothing going on between Ms. Smith and me. Maybe I should leave. I don't want the two of you to argue because of me. I'm sorry, Ms. Smith. I didn't mean to ruin your relationship. I should just move back abroad."

I had to give it to Harry. His reverse psychology tactics were incredibly effective.

Rosalie immediately panicked. She grabbed his hand and exclaimed, "Where are you going? You don't have to leave. The company is your home. This has nothing to do with you. It's Cameron's fault for being so petty."

After comforting Harry, Rosalie turned to me and spat, "Can you stop being so petty, Cameron? You're a grown man. The way you're acting is ridiculous. If you continue behaving like this, I'm going to divorce you!"

She gleefully arched her brow when I remained silent, assuming that she had gained the upper hand.

It wasn't the first time Rosalie had threatened me by telling me she wanted to get a divorce. She started using this method against me about half a year ago when Harry first returned to the country.

We often got into arguments after that day. Rosalie would threaten to divorce me every single time to force me to concede to her, and I would give in every time because I loved her too much.

However, I didn't want to give in anymore. A sense of relief spread through me when Rosalie once again suggested that we get a divorce.

Rosalie assumed that she had accidentally provoked me when she noticed my darkening expression. She said, "I don't actually want to divorce you, Cameron. I just—"

I interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

"Let's do it. Let's get a divorce."