---- Chapter 7 Ethan seemed determined to stay at the hospital. Finally, | couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Why aren't you going back to the office?" He hesitated for a couple of seconds, then stubbornly replied. "You're still not fully recovered. | need to stay here with you" ut don't worry," he added quickly. "Ive already delegated everything. Unless it's an emergency, my assistant will handle it" Assistant? | almost laughed. Did he mean Maddie? She couldn't even negotiate a deal, yet Ethan trusted her to manage the entire company? After a brief pause, | closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Once | heard the sound of Ethan leaving the room, | reached under my pillow for my phone, Logging into my email, | sent the resignation letter | had drafted days ago to Ethan's work inbox. ---- Less than a minute later, | received a confirmation email approving it The quick response made me smile. Thank you, Maddie. Without your "help," leaving this easily would've been impossible Satisfied, | opened my messages and sent Mr. Carter a text: "I've made my decision. 'd be happy to join your team." His response came almost immediately: "That's great news, Vivian. Your talents shouldn't be wasted." Looking at his message, | suddenly remembered something a professor had told me years ago "Vivian, you're incredibly gifted. You should consider studying abroad and pursuing a career in this field. Don't let personal distractions hold you back." But instead of following his advice, | chose the opposite path. | abandoned everything I'd worked for and became the most reliable secretary Ethan could have ever asked for-all for his success. Shutting off my phone, | let out a quiet sigh. After nearly a week in the hospital, Ethan finally agreed to discharge me. As soon as we got home, his phone rang, ---- "Ethan... Mr. Harrington, there's a situation at the office. You need to come immediately." Though he looked reluctant to leave, he had no choice but to drive off. | went inside quietly and began packing my things When | opened the drawer and found our old photo album, my hands froze. It was full of pictures of Ethan and me. Back when we were first dating, Ethan saved up to take us on trips Everywhere we went, he insisted on taking a photo together, calling them "our memories." The last photo in the album, however, was from four years ago. After the company took off, Ethan traveled alone most of the time-or maybe with women like Maddie by his side. Meanwhile, | was left behind, a free laborer tasked with managing everything. Every trace of Ethan was tossed into the trash, Finally, | placed the divorce papers I'd had prepared on the coffee table in the living room Looking around the house | had lived in for nearly five years, | softly said. "Goodbye." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!