Her Tombstone Held Another Man’s Name Chapter 2

The scandalous details of Victoria and Preston's wild night spread through the corporate campus like wildfire.

The executive directors dragged them both into a closed-door meeting.

Word on the floor was that upper management gave them an ultimatum. One of them had to pack their desk and leave.

I headed straight to the HR department, handed in my resignation, and walked back to my apartment. Victoria was already waiting in my living room.

She shot me a venomous glare, her voice dripping with entitlement.

"Preston is getting fired. I hope you are proud of yourself."

"If you had just been a man and admitted you spiked the drinks, none of this nightmare would be happening!"

In the past, I had always shrunk myself down to make her feel huge. She was entirely used to looking down on me from her imaginary pedestal.

The old Jason would have been on his knees begging for forgiveness by now.

But today, the only thought echoing in my skull was, "Why the hell should I?"

"I didn't drug anyone, so why would I confess to a felony?"

"Preston is getting fired because he lacks basic professional morals. That is not my problem. Besides, we are officially broken up. Get the hell out of my apartment."

Victoria froze. A flicker of genuine shock shattered her cold facade.

But the moment her eyes caught the stamped resignation papers on my coffee table, her arrogant smirk returned.

"Oh, I see. You quit your job to give your position to Preston just to win me back. You can drop the tough guy act now, it is getting pathetic."

Assuming Preston's career was saved, her mood shifted. Her tone lost a fraction of its icy edge.

"Fine. I will forgive you for publicly disrespecting me yesterday."

"Have five thousand dollars ready in cash, plus some decent jewelry, and I will let you marry me."

I let out a harsh laugh, picking up the paperwork and shoving it directly in her face.

"Read the fine print, Victoria. I am quitting. I am not transferring my role to Preston."

"And I would rather drink glass than marry you."

She snatched the papers from my hand, her eyes going wide as she scanned the official stamps. She slammed the documents down on the table.

"Jason! You are taking this way too far!"

"Preston was right about you! You saw me hit a rough patch, and now you are abandoning the woman who stood by you to go chase some cheap thrill!"

"Yesterday was just an accident! People make mistakes! What kind of blood sacrifice do you want from me before you let this go!"

There it was again. Preston said this. Preston said that.

In my previous life, I merely said a polite hello to a new female intern.

Preston immediately whispered in Victoria's ear, claiming I was flirting and sleeping around behind her back.

She didn't even give me a chance to speak. She swallowed his poison instantly.

She stormed into the regional manager's office, screaming that I was a serial cheater.

She even filed a formal complaint with the ethics board. I was almost dragged out by security and blacklisted from the entire industry.

I was supposed to be her partner, but my words held less weight than dirt.

Now, she had literally hopped into bed with another man, and she expected me to brush it off as a minor clerical error.

Whatever Preston spat out was the absolute gospel.

Whatever I said was just white noise.

"Save your breath. I already told you. We are done."

Victoria's chest heaved violently. She let out a chilling sneer.

"Okay, fine! We are done! But you are going to give back every single gift I have ever bought you over the years!"

Watching her try to play the extortion game, I just scoffed.

I walked over to a cardboard box in the corner, dug around, and tossed two pairs of plain cotton socks and a single, mismatched winter glove onto the table.

She looked at the pathetic pile in absolute disbelief.

"Where is the rest of it?! Don't try to hide my things from me!"

"That is all of it. You threw these two pairs of socks at me because they came free when you bought Preston's winter coat. And this glove is the one Preston decided he didn't like."

My eyes locked onto hers, filled with razor-sharp irony.

"Six years, Victoria. Six years, and this is the grand total of your generosity."

Her face burned scarlet. The undeniable proof of her selfishness sat right there on the wood, stripping away her pride.

Having absolutely zero evidence to fight back with, she puffed up her chest, trying to mask her burning guilt with sheer volume.

"You are lying! I know there is more!"

"What about that vintage heirloom bracelet your mother promised me! She said it was mine, which means I keep it even if we break up!"

"That antique is worth a fortune. I am going to pawn it so I can fund Preston's fellowship application for Geneva!"

So that was it. The real reason she graced my apartment with her presence today was to squeeze me dry to save Preston's overseas dreams.

The talk about marriage, the dowry, the gifts. It was all a cheap manipulation tactic.

A heavy, suffocating disappointment settled in my chest. I pointed a rigid finger at the front door and roared.

"You are never touching my mother's bracelet! Get the hell out of my house, right now!"

"You will regret this, Jason. Just wait!"