After packing her things, April stood holding a cardboard box, a mix of emotions churning inside her.


    "I..." She wanted to say farewell to the colleagues she had worked with for years, but her reputation was so toxic now that everyone was afraid of being associated with her.


    In the end, April could only cast onest nce at the office she had spent so many years in, then turned and walked away, heartbroken.


    As she stepped out of the office with her box, she saw Mr. Lee waiting for her at the door.


    As the Executive Vice President, Mr. Lee was also responsible for ensuring she packed up and left promptly.


    The two had always been on good terms. Seeing her with her head hung low, Mr. Lee couldn''t help but sigh. "April, you were so foolish."


    April heard him and let out a bitter smile.


    They all thought she had been foolish, but who could possibly understand her situation?


    April knew being the other woman was immoral, but she couldn''t control her feelings.


    Years ago, her husband had died unexpectedly in the line of duty, leaving her all alone.


    Her inws, devastated by the loss of their only son, med her for everything. They called her a jinx, screaming that she had cursed their son to death.


    It was during her darkest, most helpless moment that Vincent had appeared in her life.


    He was more than a decade older, acting like both a father and a brother to her. He cared for her, cherished her, and showered her with affection. Without Mr. Walker, April would never have pulled herself out of that abyss.


    Now, she had lost her job, her respect, and her dignity for him. April was heartbroken, but she didn''t regret it.


    "Mr. Lee, thank you for your years of guidance. I''ll be going now."


    With that, April clutched her box and walked away with purpose.


    Her back was still ramrod straight, but she no longer carried the air of a soldier.


    As April drove out of the police academy, she watched in her rearview mirror as the main gate grew smaller and smaller.


    She knew she would never be worthy of setting foot in this ce again.


    April returned home and slumped onto the sofa, her spirits at an all-time low.


    She took out her phone, about to call Mr. Walker, when the doorbell rang.


    Her first thought was that it was him. She had lost her job for him and suffered such a huge injustice;


    surely he wouldn''t let Stice?


    her


    alone.


    "Vincent, you''re..." April eagerly pulled open


    expression on her facet


    De door but the j


    when she saw who was


    "Who... who are you? I don''t know you." April''s eyes darted around as she instinctively tried to shut the door.


    But Mrs. Walker blocked it with her hand and, with her other, swung hard, pping


    April across the face before she could react.


    "You don''t know me, yet you''re calling my husband''s name! You bitch, you shameless homewrecker! I''ll kill you!"


    With a scream, Mrs. Walker shoved April aside and stormed into the apartment.


    She hadn''te alone; she''d brought her two sisters. The three of them began to smash and wreck everything in sight.


    April''s home was turned into a disaster zone. Even the framed photo of her and Mr. Walker on the wall was smashed and torn to shreds.


    "Stop it! You''re trespassing! I can call the police," April yelled, her face pale with rage.


    "Call them? Go right ahead. For a teacher fired from the police academy, you sure know thew. Then you should also know what marital assets are, right?