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For years, I had silently endured the betrayal of the CEO, and at last, I agreed to end our marriage.
When I finally stopped bending to his every demand, he began to realize what he had lost.
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Lannister Corporation.
Giovanni ended his call and stepped into the expansive office. Bowing slightly, he delivered his report with a respectful tone, "President Lannister, Villa di Mare e Monti contacted us. They said Mrs. Lannister has taken a few belongings and left."
Jensen's brows knit together, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. His voice, cold and unyielding, carried a faint edge of frost. "What exactly do you mean by 'a few belongings'?"
Giovanni hesitated briefly before responding, "Just some clothing and a few personal documents."
As he spoke, Giovanni reached into his briefcase, retrieved an agreement, and gently placed it on the desk. "President Lannister, here it is. Mrs. Lannister’s signature is on this document."
Jensen's voice remained calm, almost detached, but it held an undeniable authority. "Who gave you the right to keep addressing her as Mrs. Lannister?"
The weight of Jensen's words made Giovanni’s shoulders stiffen. He immediately lowered his head, unwilling to utter another word.
Jensen set aside the work papers he’d been holding, took the agreement, and scanned it with a cold expression. His lips curled into a mocking sneer. "She wants nothing? Is she trying to make a fool out of me?"
It was no secret that she had always shown interest in his wealth. So why this sudden pretense of detachment?
Was she merely too prideful to ask for more outright? Could this be her way of playing some calculated game—walking away with nothing to catch him off guard?
Jensen unleashed a barrage of pointed questions at Giovanni, his tone demanding answers as if he could will the man into sweating under pressure.
After a moment of strained silence, Giovanni finally mustered the courage to respond.
"President Lannister, I tried contacting Miss Miya earlier today, but she was unreachable. So, I called Joanna instead. Joanna mentioned that she went to the hospital this morning for a routine check-up. However, when I arrived at the hospital, I found her unconscious on a stretcher in the emergency ward. According to the nurse, she had collapsed on-site."
Giovanni paused deliberately, watching Jensen’s expression for any reaction.
The tension in Jensen’s jaw seemed to ease slightly, though the creases on his forehead deepened, revealing a mix of concern and confusion.
Encouraged, Giovanni continued cautiously:
"I intended to give her the agreement after she returned from the hospital. But it seems she already anticipated my plan. She demanded I hand it over immediately. I couldn’t refuse. Once she received it, she wrote the words 'Leave with nothing' herself, signed it, and then..." Giovanni hesitated, his voice growing quieter, "She bit her finger and used her blood to mark the document, President Lannister."
Jensen's frown deepened as he processed Giovanni's words.
Miya, who had always been gentle and composed, was now behaving in a way that left him unsettled. What was she trying to convey? Was this an act of rebellion? A silent protest against him?
He recalled how, earlier that morning during their phone conversation, when he brought up the subject of divorce, the line suddenly fell silent.
Wasn’t her silence an expression of her frustration and refusal to respond?
Did something happen to her? Could she have fainted, and that’s why he heard nothing further from her on the other end?
Jensen pressed his fingers to his temple, his voice hoarse and carrying a trace of weariness as he asked, "Did she say anything?"
His gaze lingered on the crimson imprint at the bottom corner of the document, the sight of it becoming increasingly hard to ignore.
Giovanni, looking despondent, shook his head slightly before speaking again, his tone cautious.
"President Lannister... there’s something else I need to tell you..."
"Out with it!" Jensen snapped, irritation flashing across his face.
After a brief hesitation, Giovanni pulled out his phone, opened a message Miya had sent him, and placed it carefully on the desk in front of Jensen.
Jensen’s eyes skimmed over the message. As he read, the veins on his forehead began to swell, a clear sign of his rising tension.
"Is she more impatient than I am?" he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Giovanni proceeded, his voice tentative:
"Miss Miya’s message simply said, ‘Please don’t be late.’"
Jensen tapped the desk firmly with his finger and responded curtly, "I’m perfectly capable of reading."
Swallowing nervously, Giovanni mustered the courage to continue. "I… I was actually trying to remind you that tomorrow morning, Miss Tamsin’s flight is scheduled to land. You instructed me yesterday to make sure I reminded you to pick her up."
Jensen raised his arm slowly, pressing the webbing of his hand firmly against his creased forehead. After rubbing his temple for a moment, he replied in a tone both exhausted and sharp, "Then tell Miya to push it back to tomorrow afternoon. Must I personally teach you how to deal with such a trivial matter?"
Chapter 2
Giovanni nodded slightly, his already clenched fingers tightening further without him realizing it.
Hearing those words would send a chill through anyone’s heart—let alone Miya’s.
Jensen’s hesitation wasn’t about stalling the divorce proceedings. To anyone paying attention, it was clear that Tamsin Hohenzollern was the only woman he cared about.
For Tamsin, Jensen didn’t even bother asking why Miya had fainted earlier, nor did he show any concern about where she had gone with her modest belongings.
Even something as routine as a trip to the County Clerk’s Office had to be planned around Tamsin’s availability.
The more Giovanni dwelled on it, the more discomfort settled over him. He even felt an unfamiliar pang of sympathy for Miya.
Although he didn’t interact with her often—he was, after all, just an assistant—Miya had always been kind to him. She was warm, never condescending, and treated both him and the household staff with respect.
Such grace and gentleness made her seem almost flawless, a rare kind of woman.
But to Jensen, none of it seemed to matter.
Unable to suppress his thoughts, Giovanni hesitated before speaking up again.
"President Lannister, would you like to call Miss Miya? She looked very unwell today. I think she—"
"Are you here to tell me how to do my job?"
Jensen cut him off sharply before he could finish. His icy tone carried the weight of authority.
Left with no choice, Giovanni lowered his head and clamped his mouth shut, his words swallowed in silence.

Miya, after walking away from Villa di Mare e Monti, found herself standing on the street for what felt like an eternity, her small travel bag clutched tightly in her hand.
Eventually, she decided to head to her closest friend, Soraya Bush.
When Soraya opened the door and met Miya’s gaze, she immediately knew something was wrong. The tears Miya had been holding back burst forth, streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Soraya’s chest tightened as she looked at her friend. "What happened? Tell me, what’s wrong?! Was it Jensen? Did he hurt you again? Did he say something cruel?"
Pulling Miya into her arms, Soraya led her inside while urgently bombarding her with questions.
Miya’s lips trembled as if struggling to form words. After several failed attempts, she finally managed to whisper, "Soraya, I’m hungry."
"Alright, alright. Let’s start with some food. I’ll make you a bowl of noodle soup, okay? You need to eat first."
Soraya guided Miya to the sofa, carefully wiping away her tears with a tissue before rushing to the kitchen to prepare something warm.
Left alone, Miya sank into the sofa, her exhaustion catching up with her. Suddenly, the sound of her phone’s ringtone echoed from her bag.
She didn’t move. The ringing continued for a few seconds before abruptly stopping.
There was no need to check the screen; she already knew who it was. It had to be Jensen.
She thought back to all the times he had called her before. He had never been the kind of man to wait for long. If she didn’t pick up within a few seconds, he would hang up without hesitation. And when she called back? He would either refuse to answer or respond in a tone so cold it left her wishing she hadn’t bothered.
The memory brought a bitter smile to Miya’s lips, the corners curling upward with irony.
Not long after, Soraya placed a bowl of steaming hot soup on the coffee table in front of Miya. “Eat it here, and hurry up,” she urged gently.
Miya slowly accepted the fork Soraya handed her. Whether or not she actually felt hungry didn’t matter—she knew she had to eat. After all, nothing was more important than the baby growing inside her.
Soraya sat quietly by her side, watching Miya eat the noodles at a steady pace. Her heart ached deeply, as if it were being pierced by a thousand tiny blades. She had seen Miya cry before, but never like this. The tears streaming from her eyes today carried a profound sorrow, one that was utterly devastating.
When she brought out the bowl earlier, Miya’s face had already fallen into a hollow, vacant expression in just a short span of time. Something significant must have happened—something far worse than Soraya could imagine.
A few minutes later, Miya drank the last spoonful of soup, dabbed her lips gently with a napkin, and then, in a tone unnervingly calm, said, “Soraya, I’m divorced now. I left with nothing. I don’t have to live like a servant anymore, endlessly trying to please him. I don’t have to let the Bourbon family manipulate my relationship with Jensen, constantly begging him for favors on their behalf. To sum it up, Soraya—I’m finally free. Wish me luck.”
“What?!” Soraya exclaimed, jumping to her feet in shock.
Miya, unfazed by her friend’s dramatic reaction, calmly retrieved a folder from her bag. She pulled out her medical report from earlier that day, set it on the table, and added casually, “Also, I’m pregnant. Two months along.”
“What?!” Soraya shouted again, her voice rising in disbelief. “Miya, have you lost your mind?”
Her hands trembling, Soraya picked up the ultrasound report and scanned it closely, as if hoping she’d misread it. “You… divorced him, gave up everything, and now you’re pregnant? No, no, no, Miya. This is madness! Jensen is an even bigger jerk than I thought. He’s taking advantage of you, trampling all over you—this is cruel!”
“Soraya, take a deep breath,” Miya interrupted, her tone steady and calm. “The divorce was his idea, and I chose to leave with nothing. That was my decision. And the baby? Two months ago, he was drunk. The topic of children came up... and, well, I doubt he even remembers.”
That night had been unlike any other. Jensen had been so intoxicated that Miya couldn’t gauge just how far gone he really was.
It had been the first time he kissed her. The first time they were intimate.
But the very next morning, he was gone. He didn’t mention what had happened, didn’t bring it up, didn’t even acknowledge it. It was as though nothing had transpired between them.
She could still recall the early days of their marriage. Back then, although he never touched her, they at least shared the same bedroom and slept in the same bed.
But it hadn’t taken long before he started avoiding her altogether. Most nights, he slept in the guest room or the study. Sometimes, he didn’t even come home at all.
"Soraya, his heart no longer belongs to me. You’re the only person I can rely on now, and I truly hope you can understand and support the choice I’ve made," Miya said, her voice growing steadier, as though she were discussing something trivial and insignificant.
But Soraya, with her fiery personality, couldn’t immediately accept Miya’s calm demeanor or her decisions.
"I’ve always backed your decision to divorce him," Soraya began, frustration rising in her tone. "I opposed your marriage to him from the start! Just look at the way you’ve been living this past year—it’s been miserable!"
She paced the room before continuing, her voice laced with anger. "Other people might not understand you, but I’ve known you since we were kids. How could I not see through you? You always talk about the most unbearable hardships as though they’re nothing at all."
Soraya stopped and shot her a sharp glance. "It drives me insane, Miya. I support your decision to leave him, to raise the baby alone if that’s what you want. But walking away with nothing? Absolutely not! Why should you let that happen? Why should you let him get away with it?"
She leaned closer, her voice gaining intensity. "Tell me the truth—did Tamsin come back? Did he throw you out because of her? If that’s what happened, I swear I’ll take care of this myself! I’ll make sure they both pay for what they’ve done to you. Jensen and Tamsin won’t walk away unscathed—"
"Soraya—"
Miya’s soft voice broke through Soraya’s tirade. She glanced up at her friend, who stood with hands planted firmly on her hips, her face flushed with anger.
Miya continued in a gentle tone, "Soraya, I’m exhausted. You’re the only one who truly understands me, aren’t you?"
Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke, but the vulnerability lasted only a moment before she regained her composure.
"I want to start over, Soraya. I want a new life, free from all of this. I don’t want to hear his name again, not even once. And you—please don’t go looking for him either. The papers have already been signed. Just go to the County Clerk’s Office tomorrow and finalize it."
"But—" Soraya began, unable to let the matter rest.
"Soraya!"
Miya’s voice interrupted her again, quiet yet firm, leaving no room for argument.
Soraya froze, staring at Miya closely. After a moment, she saw it—the unwavering resolve in Miya’s eyes. She let out a long sigh, tapping her fingers against the ultrasound report she had been holding.
"Fine, fine," she said, her voice softening but still carrying a note of exasperation. "You’re just the same as you’ve always been. Gentle as a stream most of the time, but once you’ve made up your mind about something, there’s no changing it. I told you back then I didn’t agree with your marriage, but you wouldn’t listen to me. And now... well, forget it."
Soraya’s tone shifted to one of quiet concern as she added, "What’s your plan now? Whatever you need, just let me know. I’ll help in any way I can."

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