So, I gritted my teeth and looked at her, “Let me into the company. Even if I have to leave, Marcell has to fire me personally. I also demand that all my wages and compensation be paid immediately!”
Before Monica opened her mouth, a man's sneer reached her ears.
Marcell sneered, "If you want to get back together, that's fine. I knew you could not bear to leave me. If you had just let me in yesterday, we would not be here. But now the company lost a key client because of your actions and I had no choice but to fire you.
“If you apologize, I will reconsider. But don’t expect to return as general manager, that position is now Monica’s. You will report to her as her assistant.”
I laughed, clapping slowly, every sound echoing in the room, “Marcell, you truly outdid yourself. Not only did you cheat, but now you want me to be the assistant to your mistress? Are you out of your mind?”
The word ‘cheat’ caught the attention of everyone nearby and Marcell’s cheeks turned red.
“What nonsense! There’s no cheating, no mistress. Monica and I have never crossed a line, so stop making things up!” he yelled in frustration.
I pointed at the matching rings on their fingers, my voice unwavering.
“You say you didn’t cheat, but aren’t those couple rings? Cheating isn’t just physical; emotional betrayal counts too,” I sneered.
