I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 84

Once the manager stormed out, Aria was left entirely alone in the massive luxury van.

She sat in silence for a few agonizing minutes before suddenly snapping. Like a cornered animal, she swept her arm across the table, sending everything crashing violently to the floor.

When she finally stopped, a manic, desperate certainty settled into her eyes.

"No matter what happens, I am going to survive this."

The sheer calculation in her gaze was toxic. Her mind was already spinning, plotting a much darker, riskier game.

Online, the narrative shifted with whiplash-inducing speed, entirely due to Aria's hidden machinations.

Suddenly, millions of internet users experienced a collective epiphany: in a cheating scandal, the wrath shouldn't be directed at the other woman, but at the cheating man.

The Sterling Group's stock took a massive, volatile plunge.

The three-day ultimatum Godfrey had given Maxwell was now down to just two.

Inside the CEO's office.

Leo Thorne watched Maxwell's grim, exhausted expression. It took everything in him to deliver the next piece of devastating news.

Maxwell's phone was vibrating endlessly on the desk, but he made no move to answer it.

"Leo."

Maxwell's voice suddenly cut through the heavy silence.

Leo straightened up immediately. "Yes, Mr. Sterling. I'm here."

"Is Lyra's resignation paperwork fully processed?"

Leo thought for a second before answering carefully, "It should be. Our inside sources mentioned that Mrs... that Ms. Lennox officially onboarded at the Lennox Group yesterday."

After delivering the news, Leo kept a close eye on his boss's reaction.

Seeing Maxwell's face remain entirely expressionless, Leo foolishly assumed he had finally let her go.

But a second later, Maxwell let out a dark, mocking sneer.

"She moved on fast, didn't she? She used to follow me around like a desperate dog, begging for my attention. Now she says she doesn't love me, and just like that, she flips the switch. They're all exactly the same."

He slammed his fist onto the desk and shot back to his feet, his face contorted in a mask of absolute hatred.

"Lyra. She really doesn't care if she destroys me. I already gave her the divorce she wanted, hoping we could salvage a shred of dignity. Now she's forcing my hand."

Maxwell closed his eyes and took a jagged breath, desperately trying to force his raging emotions back under control.

"Draft a press release immediately. The narrative will be..."

...

The next morning.

Lyra arrived at the office just like she had the day before. After a quick organizing session, she dove straight into her work.

At lunchtime, because of Lyra's strict insistence, Eleanor didn't show up with a catered meal.

The cafeteria food was actually incredible, offering a sprawling buffet of gourmet options.

There was a junior designer in the office who Lyra clicked with nicely. The two of them had made plans to grab afternoon coffee together.