In H City, within Qin International,

In what should have been a solemn CEO's office, the room was now filled with a thick scent of alcohol and lust, showcasing debauchery.

In front of a large desk sat a charming woman, held up against the edge of the desk, her legs tightly wrapped around a man's waist. Her wine-red hair curled along with her movements, sketching a seductive arc.

Ye Yimo took in the scene in front of her, the corners of her lips slowly lifting up to form a curve, a bitter smile in her heart.

From her perspective, even though she could only see the man's profile, it was not difficult to recognize that the man ravishing this woman’s body was her own husband.

The woman’s seductively squinted eyes suddenly widened, finally noticing Ye Yimo standing in the doorway, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Caught off guard for a second, the woman provocatively smirked at Ye Yimo, looking on with the stance of a victor.

Soon after, the woman slowly extended her tongue, gently licking the man's earlobe. As he shuddered, she whispered into his ear in a seductive manner, "Han, be a bit harder."

"You little siren," the man murmured with a soft chuckle before moving with even greater force as directed.

In the midst of lust-filled moans, Ye Yimo softly closed the door behind her, exited his office, and turned to leave with a heavy heart.

How many times exactly had she walked in on scenes like this?

At home, in hotels, in offices, they seemed to be his battlefield of love everywhere.

Even on their honeymoon, his desires had not spared a moment of rest.

If given another chance, would she still overestimate her capability to touch his heart again?

"Qin Hanyi, I’m tired now. This time I really don’t have the energy to desperately follow your footsteps anymore," Ye Yimo sighed in her heart, utterly disillusioned with this marriage.

Since his world simply could not contain her, why not step aside and let him go?

Standing tall, she took one step at a time, leaving the Qin family, ignoring all the sympathetic and mocking gazes.

Finally, fresh air filled her lungs. Carrying her last bit of pride, she stepped out of his territory.

Ye Yimo looked up at the azure sky. The sun was still bright and warm, but her heart was covered in ice that would never melt.

She slowly raised her hand and rested it on her still flat stomach. The pain in her chest deepened.

"My child, mom will take you away and we can start anew, okay?"

Her phone rang, it was a pleasant melody. She answered numbly and put it to her ear.

"Yimo, have you made your decision?" The man's voice was beautiful, with a tinge of uncertainty, yet as warm as the sun.

She looked up at the Qin family's towering skyscraper. Staring at the window of his office for a long while, then she finally closed her eyes in pain, her voice was firm as she responded, "Yes. See you at the airport."