Chapter 4

I headed straight home.

I hadn't even sat down on the couch for ten minutes when the front door was kicked wide open.

Ethan stormed in, his eyes blazing.

"Scarlett, who gave you the nerve?!"

"I said a few words to you and you humiliated me in public?!"

"Ethan is right, Scarlett," Mia said, slipping in behind him with a troubled look. "You really crossed the line today. Ethan is the CEO, after all!"

She paused, feigning guilt. "If I'm the reason you're so unhappy, Scarlett, I can leave..."

She said the words, but her feet stayed firmly planted.

Panic flashed across Ethan's face. He grabbed her arm immediately. "Mia, don't you dare leave! You don't have to cater to her nonsense! You did nothing wrong! If anyone is leaving, it's her!"

Ethan glared at me, his chest heaving. "Apologize to Mia right now, Scarlett! Otherwise, we're getting a divorce, and you can get the hell out of my house!"

I let out a sharp chuckle.

In the past, whenever Ethan threatened divorce, I would panic, terrified of losing him.

No matter whose fault it was, I had always been the one to bend, apologize, and keep the peace.

Not this time.

"Fine. Let's get divorced."

Ethan froze. The breath seemed to catch in his throat.

Whenever he played the divorce card before, I would instantly yield to whatever he demanded.

He was so used to having me wrap my entire life around him that he genuinely believed I would cave again.

Mia chimed in with subtle malice: "Scarlett, isn't that a bit selfish? The company is finally hitting its peak. If you divorce Ethan now and try to take half his wealth, you'll ruin the company!"

Ethan snapped back to reality, his face twisting in rage.

"You really think you're clever, don't you, Scarlett?"

"You figured I wouldn't divorce you because of the company's valuation, so you're calling my bluff?"

"Let me tell you something: if you want a divorce, you walk away with nothing! Don't even dream of touching a single penny of my assets!"

I smiled coldly. "Deal. I'll take nothing."

I walked over to the desk, pulled out the pre-drafted divorce agreement I had already printed, and slammed it straight into Ethan's chest.

Ethan skimmed the terms—full waiver of spousal support, division of assets, and stock shares. He grabbed a pen and signed his name with a harsh scribble.

"You've got guts, Scarlett."

"Let's see how long you survive out there on the streets with empty pockets!"

Mia's eyes flashed with ecstatic triumph, though she kept up her sugary facade.

"Scarlett, there's really no need to be so dramatic. If things get tough, my door is always open. You can be my assistant anytime."

"The company built our careers. We owe it to the label to give back."

I rolled my eyes and gave a dry laugh. "This company is where it is today because I built it with my own hands. The company didn't give me a career—I gave the company its life!"

Ethan looked at me with pure disgust. "You really are delusional, Scarlett."

"All your artist contacts belong to Mia now. Just sit back and watch how Mia turns this label into an empire!"

Mia held her head high, looking completely smug. "I haven't been here long, Scarlett, but I'm confident I can handle things. Don't let your stubbornness ruin you. Come work for me, and we'll take this company to the top together."

Ethan snorted. "Save your breath, Mia. Let a washed-up loser like her hit rock bottom out there. Only then will she realize how generous we were."

Ring... ring...

Ethan's phone started buzzing. He flashed the screen in front of my face with a triumphant smirk.

"Look at that, Scarlett. A call from our lead investor. I bet another one of our tracks went viral, and the stock is soaring again."

He answered the call and deliberately hit the speakerphone button so I could hear every word.

"Ethan! Where the hell are you?! Get back to the office right now!"

"Most of our signed artists just walked out and took their master copyrights with them! We're facing an immediate loss of at least five million dollars!"