I bent down to pick it up, only to be stunned by the news on the screen. It reported that a mysterious female tycoon had successfully proposed.
Even though the photo was pixelated, after sharing a bed for five years, I recognized her instantly.
She was that eager, proposing the moment she saw him. No wonder the maids pitied me.
"Sir, the internet always writes sensational stuff like that. We all know Madam loves you the most. She even knelt down to beg the old master for you. How could she be with someone else?" The phone's owner awkwardly tried to comfort me as I forced a bitter smile.
Yes, back when the Haynes Family found out about our marriage, they pressured Salma to divorce me.
It was her who knelt before Mr. Haynes herself to beg for a chance for me. She believed I could restore the Lance Family's name. Because of that trust, no matter how many times I failed, I always had the courage to rise again.
But who would've known, it was all a setup, a well-planned trap to make me build a throne for someone else.
Luckily, everything was about to end. I took an advantage of Salma's absence and stayed in the lab to handle the data transfer. When the payment notification finally came through, my tense heart relaxed at last.
With the divorce agreement drafted by a lawyer in hand, I booked a flight to go abroad the next day.
Because the Haynes Family was too powerful in the capital, I had to wait for the perfect moment to strike back at Adam. And tomorrow, at his new product launch, was the best timing.
Back at the Haynes residence, I packed my belongings, searched at all the gifts Salma had given me over the years.
If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I'd never believe someone could go to such lengths for another person. She abandoned her own marriage, forsaked her own dignity, just to become a thief.
Suddenly, a cat's meow outside the door snapped me out of my thoughts.
I opened the door, about to call a maid to chase the cat away, but it darted into Salma's room. Through the gap in the door, what I saw froze me in place.
At some point, Salma had returned, but she didn't come back alone. There she was, lay softly against Adam's shoulder.
Her lips were swollen, her eyes full of desire, anyone could tell what had just happened.
Then she saw me standing at the door. Her face turned pale and panic filled her eyes.
She quickly pushed Adam away, ran her fingers through her messy hair and asked, "Jason, why are you home? Did the new experiment yield results?"
She continued, "Don't get the wrong idea. This is Adam, you even sponsored him back in the day. He had nowhere to stay after returning and since our companies are working together, I invited him to stay here. I twisted my ankle just now and luckily he caught me."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but scoff inwardly. Even now, in this situation, she still cared about my experiment. And who looked like that just from twisting an ankle?
But since I'd already decided to leave, I had no intention of exposing her lie. I simply said calmly, "Adam, thank you."
He said, "No need to thank me. It's what I should do. Without Salma's help over the years, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Adam's gaze was open, but when he said the word help, he deliberately emphasized it, a secret meaning only they understood, exchanged subconsciously between them. As if I was the one intruded on their world.
I clenched my palm tightly to stop myself from demanding answers.
Suddenly, Adam pulled out a postcard from behind him and handed it to me. He said, "Jason, I picked this carefully before returning. No matter what, that misunderstanding five years ago was my fault. Besides the press conference, I also want to formally apologize to you."
