Chapter 1 Tricking Him Into Signing The Divorce Agreement

• Kyle Jackson cheated.
• Candice stood outside the CEO’s office.
• A cold chill seeped through her as if she were wrapped in a sheet of ice. Her black high heels seemed to melt into the dark-veined marble floor.
• After a moment, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
• “Come in,” came a deep male voice from inside.
• Candice tightened her grip slightly on the documents in her hand and opened the door with the other.
• As soon as she stepped inside, a soft smile appeared on her lips. She walked straight to the man’s side.
• “Busy? I’ve got a few urgent documents that need your signature.”
• Though she asked if he was busy, she had already placed the documents in front of him, even thoughtfully flipping to where he needed to sign.
• Kyle had just returned this morning from a business trip to Switzerland.
• He had come straight to the office to handle work. His desk was already piled with files, and his usually sharp, aristocratic face showed signs of fatigue.
• Without even glancing at the documents handed to him, he signed every page.
• “Thanks for your hard work.”
• Candice gathered the signed documents, then casually asked, “Will you be home for dinner tonight?”
• “I’ve got plans. Don’t wait for me,” he replied without even looking up.
• “Alright, then I’ll head out.”
• Candice turned and walked away with the documents.
• But the moment she turned around, the smile on her face turned into one of icy mockery.
• As she passed the lounge attached to the office, she heard a faint sound—like a kitten or puppy hopping off a bed. She glanced toward the sofa.
• There were scattered snack wrappers on the coffee table, a half-finished milk tea, and on the floor, a toppled pale pink high heel…
• In an instant, she understood. Her heart turned to ash.
• Candice returned to her own office.
• It felt as if the short walk back had drained all her energy. When she finally sat down, she let out a long, weary breath.
• From the pile of documents, she pulled out one.
• The divorce agreement.
• Flipping to the last page, she traced his signature with a mocking expression, recalling the past…
• His once-passionate vow to marry her.
• Her mother-in-law’s sneering reminder not to get too full of herself—"A man can never love just one woman."
• And how she once believed, “We’re different.”
• Ha. Different? What a joke.
• He was cheating with a young girl and thought he’d hidden it well, shamelessly enjoying the thrill of the affair.
• This recent business trip? He took that girl along.
• And now he’d even brought her back to the company.
• Candice pulled her hand back and snapped a photo of the signed page, sending it to her mother-in-law with a short message: He signed.
• A week ago, she had negotiated a deal with her mother-in-law.
• The woman demanded Candice initiate the divorce and keep their secret marriage hidden.
• In return, she agreed to a ten-billion-yuan settlement.
• In one month, she’d make sure Kyle was completely out of her life.
• Knock knock—
• Someone knocked on the door.
• Candice quickly put away the agreement. “Come in.”
• The door opened, and in walked Terry, Kyle’s assistant.
• “Miss Hale, the CEO asked me to bring this to you,” he said, placing an emerald velvet box on her desk.
• She opened it carelessly. Inside was an exquisite, likely very expensive diamond jewelry set.
• And the first image that flashed through her mind?
• A girl with short hair and dreamy eyes in a bathrobe, carelessly dangling a diamond necklace, soft lights behind her, a messy bed, kiss marks stark against pale skin…
• Disgust churned in her stomach.
• “Thank you, Assistant He.”
• She lifted her gaze. Her eyes were like blades.
• Terry felt a chill run down his spine.
• Nervous, he blurted, “The CEO picked it out himself—it’s a one-of-a-kind set.”
• Too bad his heart wasn’t one-of-a-kind.
• She didn’t want it anymore.
• Candice smiled faintly.
• “Oh, is that so? How touching—he found time to buy me a gift despite his busy schedule.”
• Something about her tone felt… off.
• Terry broke into a cold sweat. Does she know… about Miss Jones?
• Without another word, he quickly left the office.
• Candice looked at the jewelry with a look of disdain, as if it were something filthy.
• She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to a luxury resale dealer:
• Sell this for me. Donate the money to a children’s foundation for the mentally disabled.
• The resale dealer: "…"
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• 5:00 PM. Parking garage.
• Candice had just reached her car and opened the door when her gaze unintentionally swept across to the opposite side—where another car was already running.
• Through the window, she saw Kyle in the backseat.
• And next to him, the short-haired girl was sitting close, radiating youthful energy and cuteness.
• “President—!”
• Terry shouted in panic and slammed on the brakes.
• Through the glass and across the space between them, Candice and Kyle locked eyes.