Chapter 4

We both reunited at a party to discuss our marriage. Callum was a polite gentleman who responded to the elderly's questions with ease. Meanwhile, I often frequented nightclubs and male companions to ease my stress from handling the company. I thought we would drift apart from all the years we spent apart. To my surprise, I discovered his unique humor beneath his composed demeanor. This reminded me of the touch of familiarity from our youth. Both of us were at the peak of our careers and admired each other. Thus, it didn't take long for us to get engaged and married. After our marriage, we held shares in each other's companies, which led to an unprecedented merger in the Lawson and Jennings Group. Therefore, this made dividing assets post-divorce a complicated matter. After returning home, I showered and drank a cup of hot milk before preparing for bed. Suddenly, I received a goodnight message from Callum, along with a kissy emoji. Callum was the kind of person who would still perform his duties despite fighting with me. When I went to work the next morning, I bumped into a teenager with blonde hair and almost fell. My Hermès Himalaya bag dropped to the ground with a piece of leather scraped off, and the young man's coffee spilled onto my cashmere coat. The two security guards at the door immediately rushed over and scolded the young man for being careless. The young man hurriedly picked up my bag and handed it back to me. He pulled out some tissues and tried to wipe off the coffee stain on my coat. Seeing that it wouldn't come off, the young man knelt and begged for my forgiveness. In the dead of winter, he was only wearing a thin jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Yet, it couldn't quite hide the bruises underneath his eyes. I ignored the stain on my cashmere coat. My heart ached as I tried to wipe the scuffed leather of my Hermès bag with a frown. The Lawson Group and the Jennings Group were just a street apart. Callum, who came to work at the same time as me, just happened to witness this scene. He stood across the street and watched the scene unfold with an indifferent expression. This was the first time I saw disgust in his eyes. Perhaps he thought my aloof demeanor was another way for me to throw my weight around. However, I couldn't care less about the misunderstanding. Instead, I took two steps back, raised a hand to stop the security guards, and pulled the young man up by the arm. "I don't know what you're going through, but please don't kneel. You can lose everything, but never your dignity. That’s the one thing that truly belongs to you." The young man mumbled apologies and thanks while gathering the scattered trash. After that, he hurried away. Just as he rounded the corner of the office building, he suddenly turned back with a meaningful smile. Back in my office, I sat at my desk and carefully examined the damaged bag. The scuff was minor and barely noticeable if one didn't look closely. However, it was no longer perfect once a flaw existed. The bag was so rare that even the tiniest imperfection was almost impossible to repair. Compared to the bag, my relationship with Callum was even more difficult to repair. I could still feel the sting from the look in his eyes this morning. The Lawson family's chef had always been in charge of cooking my and Callum's lunches. It would then be delivered to my office, and Callum would come over and have it with me. When Callum still hadn't arrived after 1:00 pm, I thought he would be skipping lunch today. However, Callum appeared with Ariel when I opened my lunchbox. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she lowered her head in a respectful yet meek way. I placed down my fork and looked at them quietly. Meanwhile, Callum sat down beside me with a sigh.