Lucy patted my shoulder as if to comfort me and said, "Zack, don't listen to their nonsense. Your place in my heart is irreplaceable. I won't let anyone who hurts you stay in the company.

"Tomorrow, I'll have Steve take over Henry's position. Oh, and I'll transfer those recent major deals to him as well. You can help him ease into things."

I almost laughed from sheer anger. Lucy wanted to promote Steven from a personal assistant who knew nothing to a director. She wanted to put me in the line of fire, then quietly hand everything I'd worked for to him. She had it all figured out.

I refused outright. "No way."

In the past, I had indulged Lucy in everything to the point where I'd have gladly torn my heart out for her.

Now, my refusal made her frown instantly, and her voice turned sharp. "Zack, the company doesn't need employees who are petty and selfish.

The threat in her words was unmistakable.

I nodded and replied calmly, "I understand. Then I resign."

After all, I had already made up my mind to cut all ties with Lucy. Staying in her company was never an option.

Lucy stared at me, eyes wide with disbelief. "You're resigning?"

Steven immediately stepped forward, pretending to look concerned. "Zack, I know you've always disliked me, but you can't threaten Lucy with resignation just because you're jealous. If you really can't stand me, then for Lucy's sake and the company's, I'm willing to resign."

His clumsy performance made my stomach turn. Unfortunately, Lucy bought every word.

She lowered her voice and said, "Steve, you're just too kind. That's why he keeps taking advantage of you. It's okay. Let him leave. The company will do fine without him."

She then turned to me and smiled confidently, pulling out her trump card. "Zack, you're disappointing me. I think I really need to consider whether remarrying you again is even worth it!"

Lucy clearly expected me to back down and apologize, but I ignored her and walked away.

I trudged through the snow, my steps uneven. The courthouse was in a remote area, and there were no cabs in sight. I had no choice but to walk.

At some point, thick snow began to fall. A sharp wind cut through me, and soaked in alcohol, I was so cold my teeth wouldn't stop chattering.

My coworkers followed Lucy's lead, and not one of them offered me a ride. Cars sped past as if I wasn't there.

Suddenly, one slowed and pulled up beside me.

The window rolled down, revealing Steven's flushed face. Around his neck was the scarf I had knitted for Lucy. He said, putting on an act, "Lucy, I'm really not that cold. We should give the scarf back to Zack. Otherwise, he might freeze to death."

Lucy snorted. "Steve, you're the fragile one here. He can take care of himself. Don't worry."

Then she looked at me. "Zack, I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to help with Steve's tasks or not?"

I just kept walking through the wind and snow without responding.

Lucy honked angrily, then slammed on the accelerator and sped off.

The car kicked up a blast of icy wind that sliced into my body like knives, leaving me aching all over.

By the time I finally made it home, my breathing was ragged and my body burned with fever.

Dragging myself into the bedroom, I placed the divorce certificate on the nightstand. There, neatly lined up, were eight other divorce certificates. I marked the newest one with a clear number nine.

Barely conscious, I swallowed some fever medicine and collapsed onto the couch, sinking into a heavy sleep.

I didn't know how long it was before I woke again. The night outside the window swam into view.

Lucy sat beside me, her expression carrying a rare trace of concern.

A coat was draped over me, carrying a strong scent of unfamiliar cologne. Realizing Lucy had put it there, I pushed it off immediately, disgusted.

Lucy froze, then she said coldly, "Zack, I forgot you had a fever and left you in the snow. I went too far, so I'll let the resignation matter slide. Go to work early tomorrow. There's a ton to do. I drank too much, and my head hurts. Make me some hangover soup."

I didn't bother responding to the first part. At the last request, I replied flatly, "You can make it yourself, can't you?"

I rarely spoke to Lucy like this. She looked flustered, her eyes reddening with grievance. "Zack, what's wrong with you? You never used to say no to me. Today alone, you've done it three times."

"We're divorced. I have no obligation to do anything for you."

Lucy looked confused. "But we only got divorced for the drinking game. It's only temporary. Zack, you're the one I love the most. You'll always be my husband. I thought you were different, not someone so petty."

None of her words stirred anything in me anymore. I didn't even bother looking at her.

Lucy fell silent. With no other choice, she went to the kitchen.

In three years of marriage, she had never cooked once. She fumbled awkwardly, either pouring in too much water and extinguishing the flame or shattering bowls and cutting her finger.

She looked utterly wronged. Holding up her bleeding finger, she glanced at me hesitantly. I didn't spare her a single glance.

Just as the silence stretched unbearably thin, Steven burst out of the bedroom, brimming with excitement.

Only then did I realize, completely stunned, that Lucy had brought Steven home too.

He was wearing my bathrobe, holding something up in his hand. "Lucy, look what I found! Zack has a secret!"