My husband's cold, distant secretary, Ruby Kuntz, was so busy chasing a multimillion-dollar deal she hadn't even touched her food.

Eric Tyler casually peeled three shrimp for her.

Right in front of him, I called my lawyer.

"Caleb, draft the divorce papers. I'm done."

Eric looked at me like I'd lost it. He'd barely slept for days because of the contract.

"You're divorcing me because I peeled three shrimp for Ruby?"

"Yeah."

"Sandra Saun, do you seriously have to treat every woman like your enemy?"

Ruby stood from her chair, pretty and perfectly composed, acting like she was above all of this.

"Not everyone's obsessed with relationship drama like you are. Everyone here's been killing themselves trying to land this deal. We barely even have time to eat. Can you stop making my job harder?"

The employees around us started whispering.

"She already chased off nine secretaries. And she's still causing scenes."

"She only acts like this because Mr. Tyler spoils her. Any other guy would've divorced her already."

"I seriously hate women who tear down other women just because they're jealous. Employees deserve basic respect too."

...

Eric grabbed my arm, trying to pull me outside.

"Let's talk somewhere else. If you want a limited-edition bag or whatever, I'll buy it."

I yanked my hand free and dragged over a chair.

"Say it here. Caleb's on his way with the divorce papers. We still need to sign them."

The second he realized I was serious, his eyes went red.

"Sandra, we've been married eight years. I've given you everything you ever wanted. You drove away nine secretaries, and I never said a word. I thought you were just being emotional. But divorce? How can you do this to me?"

He looked wrecked.

Eric had those unfairly pretty eyes. Right now they were bloodshot, full of what looked like heartbreak as he stared at me.

Everyone around us immediately looked at him with sympathy.

Ivy, one of the longtime employees and one of my friends, rushed over.

"Sandra, Eric really loves you. Ruby's only been here three months. They're strictly boss and employee. They don't even talk outside work. You're not usually unreasonable."

I stayed quiet for a second.

Everyone looked relieved, like they thought I'd finally calmed down.

But I was only staring at the three peeled shrimp sitting on the plate.

"This marriage is over."

Right then, Caleb Turner, my lawyer, walked in with the divorce papers.

I signed without even pausing, then handed the papers and pen to Eric.

"Your turn."

The second he saw my signature, Eric's eyes turned red. He grabbed the papers and ripped them apart.

"Sandra, enough! Even jealousy has limits. You know how much I love you. I'll never agree to a divorce. How could you use this to hurt me?"

The crowd stared at him like he was some tragic guy hopelessly in love.

Ruby finally sighed.

"Fine. I'll resign, okay? Just don't divorce Mr. Tyler."

She started packing her things.

Now everyone looked at me with even more disgust.

"Mrs. Tyler's seriously insane. She's literally forcing someone to quit."

"Women like her are the worst. The other secretaries were one thing, but Ruby's the sales lead. The company literally depends on her."

"She gets everything she wants and doesn't even work, yet she spends all day targeting women because she's jealous. She seriously has nothing better to do."

Even Ivy stayed quiet this time, head lowered.

I didn't react. I just looked at Caleb.

"Please print another copy. This divorce is happening today."

Everyone stared at me like I'd lost my mind.

Ruby looked even angrier.

"I already said I'd resign, so why are you still pushing for a divorce? Do you seriously need to paint me as some homewrecker to feel better? I told you, nothing's going on between me and Mr. Tyler. I'm just trying to work and support my family. Why are you making my life so hard?"

I looked at her calmly.

"He's never peeled shrimp for me."

The whole room went dead silent.

Even Eric froze for a second. Then his anger snapped.

"If you wanted shrimp, you could've just said so. I would've peeled as many as you wanted. But you've gone too far today. Get out. I don't want to see you right now."

He grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the entrance of NovaCorp.

I still shoved the freshly printed divorce papers at him, demanding he sign.

Then the dizziness hit.

Everything went black.

***

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

Eric and a few NovaCorp employees crowded around my bed, all wearing the same worried look.

The second he saw my eyes open, Eric grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"Sandra, you're pregnant. We're having a baby."

His face lit up with pure excitement. Proud future dad mode: activated.

The employees instantly relaxed.

"I knew it. Sandra practically carried the company before this. Something had to be bothering her."

"It's probably the hormones. I was a mess during my pregnancy too. Crying, overthinking, all of it."

"A baby's good news. Let's just forget what happened earlier."

...

But hearing the news, I couldn't smile at all.

"Sandra, eight years. We finally have a baby."

Eric pressed his ear against my stomach, grinning.

"Hey, baby. I'm your dad. Think you're a girl or a boy?"

The room broke into laughter.

"With genes like Mr. and Mrs. Tyler's, that kid's gonna be gorgeous either way."

The whole room felt warm and happy.

I sliced right through it. "Baby or not, I'm ending this marriage."

Their expressions froze.

"She's pregnant and still wants a divorce?"

Before they could say anything else, Eric rushed them out.

"Sandra's emotional right now. Go back to work. She'll calm down in a day or two."

Except one day passed. Then two. Then four.

I still wanted the divorce.

Eric refused to sign the papers, so I carried them everywhere and followed him nonstop.

To meetings.

To the office.

Even to a client dinner with an executive from the partner company.

Ivy held the contract. Ruby was there too.

Eric claimed the executive only agreed to sign with NovaCorp because of Ruby, so apparently she just had to attend.

After endless drinks and corporate ass-kissing, the executive was finally in a great mood. He smiled at Ruby and lifted his glass.

"Ruby, I'm only signing this deal because of you..."

He picked up his pen.

Before it could touch the paper, I slid my divorce agreement in front of Eric.

"Since you're signing something already, sign this too."

The second the divorce papers hit the table, the whole room went dead silent.

Mr. Langford's expression darkened fast.

"Mr. Tyler, what exactly is this supposed to mean?"

Eric immediately grabbed the papers and forced out a smile.

"Mr. Langford, it's nothing. My wife's pregnant, so she's been emotional lately. I'll talk to her after we get home."

I yanked the papers right back.

"Nobody wants your little talk. Sign it. Right now. The second you do, I'm gone. I won't bother you again."

My voice didn't shake once.

By then, Mr. Langford already looked furious.

"Mr. Tyler, you can't even manage your own marriage, and you expect to discuss business with me?" He stood up coldly. "If this is how little respect you have for us, there's no reason to keep cooperating."

Then he walked out with his team without another glance back.

Eric and Ruby rushed after him, trying to stop him, but Mr. Langford never turned around.

Just like that, the multimillion-dollar contract was gone.

When Eric came back into the private room, his eyes were bloodshot. Ruby didn't look any better.

I held out the divorce papers again.

"No one's interrupting now. Sign them."

This time, neither of them said a word.

But Ivy, who had always been close to me, snapped first. "Sandra, you've seriously gone too far!" She shot to her feet. "Work is work. Personal drama is personal drama!

"Do you even realize you could destroy NovaCorp by pulling something like this?

"You used to know better. What happened to you?"

Ruby stepped forward and glared at me. "I spent a week taking Mr. Langford out to dinners and an entire month chasing this deal. Now it's gone. Happy now?

"Because of your jealousy and obsession with targeting me, the funding's gone too! I'm not like you, Sandra. My whole life doesn't revolve around a man. I have a family to support. One selfish stunt from you destroyed everything I worked for."

Then she grabbed her bag and stormed out dramatically.

Ivy gathered the documents and followed after her.

As she passed me, her voice turned ice-cold. "You're not my friend anymore."

And just like that, only Eric and I were left in the room.

Eric's face stayed grim as he silently cleaned up the mess.

Then he looked at me and frowned. "You already destroyed a multimillion-dollar contract. What else do you want?"

I stared at him, my expression still cold. "You know exactly what I want."

That finally made him snap.

He slammed the table over with a crash. "Divorce! Divorce! That's all you ever talk about!

"Have I ever done anything to betray you? For eight years, I handled the company and took care of you without complaining once. Why can't you try understanding me for once?"

By the end, his eyes were red. "Sandra... I'm exhausted."

Then he stumbled out of the room like he might fall apart.

Several servers had witnessed the entire fight.

They started whispering the second Eric left.

"Mr. Tyler's basically famous in Crestford for spoiling his wife."

"Seriously. Every birthday, he does those giant drone shows confessing his love. And he posts about her nonstop online. She could hand him a balloon and he'd act like it was the greatest moment of his life."

"Rich, handsome, obsessed with his wife... where do you even find a guy like that?"

"And she still isn't satisfied."

"Women like that always love drama. No man can deal with it forever. They're definitely getting divorced."

...

I stopped walking and turned toward them.

They immediately thought I was about to complain and rushed to apologize.

But I only smiled at the woman who said we'd end up divorced.

"I hope you're right."