Chapter 1

At my wife’s company Thanksgiving retreat, every employee received a gift box containing a raffle ticket.

Her personal assistant drew the grand prize: a fully paid one-year sabbatical.

Everyone marveled at how lucky he was.

Only I stared at them coldly and demanded a divorce.

My wife frowned.

"Just because Austin won the grand prize?"

My tone was absolute.

"Because he gets a fully paid year off."

After all, I had just pulled three straight all-nighters for this company. She seemed to have forgotten who got her to where she was today.

The moment the words left my mouth, the room that had just been buzzing with excitement fell dead silent.

Her assistant, Austin, clutched the raffle ticket tightly in his fist, whining defensively.

"Logan, it was a company lottery. I won it fair and square, so it's mine."

"You can't just take it back."

I answered coldly.

"Which ear did you hear me say I was taking your prize back?"

"I said divorce."

My wife, Brenda, grabbed my hand and whispered urgently.

"Everyone's having a good time today. Why are you making a scene about divorce?"

I spread my hands.

"Everyone's happy, but I'm not. What's wrong with me wanting a divorce?"

Austin looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Are you mad because you didn't win anything big, Logan? Are you jealous of me and picking on me on purpose?"

Brenda seemed to have an epiphany. She quickly signaled an employee nearby to bring over a distinctive gift box, smiling to smooth things over.

"Babe, it's my fault. I forgot to give you your raffle gift."

"I set it aside for you earlier, but I got caught up in the rush. Open it quickly and see what you won."

"As far as I know, the biggest prize hasn't even been revealed yet."

I had no intention of taking the box.

Embarrassed, Brenda opened it herself.

"It's fine. My husband is tired after sitting here all evening. I'll open it for you."

The box opened to reveal a card stamped with [Grand Champion Prize].

The prize was a dazzling luxury watch.

Brenda gave me a massive hug on the spot and added,

"The prize also includes all of my love for you."

The room erupted into gasps.

Flattery and teasing immediately filled the air.

"Boss is so sweet to her husband!"

"Who needs pumpkin pie when we're already stuffed with their romance?"

Sitting beside Brenda, Austin let out an exaggerated gasp.

"Whoa, Logan, that's an Hermès watch! Brenda really treats you like a king."

He emphasized the word *Hermès*.

My gaze, however, fell onto the latest Hermès men's leather bag sitting right behind him.

Everyone knew Hermès bags required a spending history on other items to purchase.

My watch was merely a throwaway filler item to qualify for his bag.

Brenda’s "love" was nothing more than an afterthought.

As the sole heir of financial titan Richard Hayes, did she really think I cared about some cheap scrap?

I shoved away Brenda's hand as she tried to strap the watch onto my wrist and said coldly,

"This watch doesn't match my taste. I don't want it."

I looked straight at Brenda, showing zero mercy.

"And I don't want you, either."

The cheerful atmosphere instantly froze over.

Humiliated, Brenda snapped at me with irritation.

"Logan Hayes, why are you throwing your rich-boy temper tantrum out of nowhere?"

"I gave you an out. What more do you want?"

Austin chimed in, though his hand unconsciously reached behind him to stroke the leather of his Hermès bag.

"Logan, Brenda prepared your prize with so much thought. Everyone else is dying of envy."

I let out a cold laugh.

Back when Brenda was nobody, it was my "rich-boy" status and my father's funding that propped her up, turning her into the glamorous CEO of a publicly traded company today.

Now she had the nerve to look down on my temper?

I took her words and ran with them.

"Since you think I'm throwing a rich-boy tantrum, I might as well go all the way."

I pulled out my phone, called my father, and said word for word,

"Dad, I'm divorcing Brenda."

"Cut off all business ties with her company immediately and freeze her funding."