He was apologizing because my father, the president, was angry, not because he felt the need himself.

“Glenn, you are a capable person,” my father said.

And Glenn momentarily showed a relieved expression, but soon realized he had misunderstood.

My father’s gaze was icy like a midwinter lake, piercing Glenn with increasing sternness.

“However, even if you are good at your job, a person who does not cherish their family can never be trusted,” my father declared with a stern expression, emphasizing his words by attempting to hand a pen to Glenn.

At this gesture, Glenn visibly shivered, showing signs of deep fear.

“Please wait. Please, let’s avoid a divorce. I will change my heart,” Glenn pleaded, continuing to refuse to take the pen.

Seeing this, my father forcibly took his hand, made him grip the pen, and said sternly, “You should not be apologizing to me.”

Shaken by these words, Glenn then turned to me, beginning to plead for help.

“Tanya, please do something. Please, anything but divorce,” he said as he moved to my feet from my father, clinging to my legs and looking up imploringly.

“I will prioritize Tanya from now on,” he vowed forcefully.

But his words felt emptily hollow, as if his tears had already dried up.

I could faintly sense the contempt for me hidden behind his words.

“Please, if we divorce, I won’t be able to pay off the debts,” Glenn blurted this out in panic.

Confused, I asked, “Debts? What are you talking about?”

Repeating the new information I had just heard, then suddenly recoiling from my feet, he covered his mouth and showed a look of regret.

Overwhelmed by the situation, my father and I just silently stared at him.

Amidst the tension, Glenn stuttered.

“Ah, um, well…”

And finally gathering his resolve to speak to us, he began.

So it’s about when the shocking truth was revealed.

With his fearful demeanor, my father and I were so astounded that all we could do was hold our heads in disbelief.

Incredibly, Glenn and his mother had been confident that the position of president was almost certainly theirs and had been spending recklessly without any moderation.

The reason he visited his mother’s house almost weekly was also to enjoy a lavish lifestyle with her.

“The more I hear, the less I find any reason to keep this man as your husband, Tanya,” my father said in disgust.

Too disappointed to find the words, amidst this, Glenn finally pleaded earnestly.

“Please wait. If I am divorced, how am I supposed to live starting tomorrow?”

His continuous apologies repeated over and over looked almost mechanical, like a child’s toy moving automatically, and were even comical in their desperation.

“That has nothing to do with us,” I responded coldly, simply waiting for Glenn to sign the divorce papers.

Deciding there was no value in further discussion, my father and I quietly decided to drink coffee.

Naturally, we did not offer any coffee to Glenn.

Though somewhat forcibly written, the divorce was finalized after all the legal procedures were successfully completed.

The lawyer my father had hired was extremely capable, and my detailed diary greatly helped the negotiations, ensuring the process proceeded very smoothly.

Additionally, when we claimed alimony, including the costs of the canceled honeymoon, there was a request from the other side through their lawyer for a reduction.

However, my father immediately rejected that proposal, and I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard his decision.

As for Glenn, rumors of our divorce spread rapidly throughout the company, resulting in a complete change in the atmosphere around him, making it uncomfortable.

Consequently, he decided to resign in haste.

Since it was a resignation of his own volition, his severance pay was not substantial, and he ended up using all his modest savings to cover the alimony and his debts.

As a result, he is now living a very modest life.

Regarding his mother, she has fallen ill and is completely bedridden.

It seems she’s managing to get by with part-time jobs and has been contacting former colleagues for financial assistance.

Although the truth of these stories is uncertain, now these tales have become the subject of jokes at drinking parties.

As for myself, my father has finally decided to retire from his position as president, and with substantial support from other employees, it is highly likely that I will take over as the next president.

Although I initially hesitated to take on the role due to my discomfort with leading, my father’s rare expression of vulnerability, wishing to entrust the company to someone reliable, has renewed my determination.

I feel a responsibility to fulfill the expectation my father has placed on me.

Initially reluctant, it seems I have inherited managerial talent from my father.

Thanks to his continued support as chairman, our company’s performance is gradually but steadily improving.

With this newfound confidence, I have been increasingly approached at various events for CEOs.

I have not yet considered starting a new romance, but a good time to start a new phase of life may be approaching.

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