Chapter 8
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Quintus refused to negotiate.
“If you really want a divorce, then sue me. I will never agree to it,” he said.
For someone so prideful, it was surprising how he started waiting for me downstairs every single day after that.
On the first day, he woke up at five in the morning, drove across the city in the dead of night, and stood in line for two hours just to buy my favorite pastries.
On the second day, he went to a friend’s garden on the outskirts of town late at night and handpicked a bouquet of blooming roses for me.
On the third day, he brought back the emerald necklace my grandmother had left me, claiming he had gotten it back from Vanessa after paying her a hefty sum.
On the fourth day, I instructed security not to let him upstairs and refused to accept anything he sent.
After that, he stopped showing up for a while.
I later heard from a friend that after his company’s IPO was delayed, Quintus was summoned by headquarters.
The executives slammed their hands on the table and threw the files in his face. “If you can’t do it, then get out.”
Apparently, when he came out, there was a bruise on his forehead.
Originally, they had promised to promote him to CEO of the Vancouston branch once the company went public.
But now, with his scandal out in the open, not only was his promotion gone, but he might not even get another opportunity for
years.
To salvage what he could, he had to spend a fortune pulling strings.
The company didn’t go public on time, and he didn’t know when he would get back the money he had invested.
Life became tight for him.
