Dump the Loser, Become the CEO

My mouth was stuffed with a dirty Christmas stocking that smelled rancid. I jolted awake, my fingertips pressing against the stiff, uncomfortable fabric. "Oh, you're awake?" Lucy Lynn's coquettish voice came from the other end of the sofa. Lucy was curled up on Alex Fisher's sofa, playing on her phone while wearing my silk bathrobe, her red nails glaringly bright. "Was that you?" I yanked out the stocking, my throat dry and hoarse. "If not me, then who?" Lucy shook her smooth ankle. "Who told you to cling to Mrs. Fisher's spot? Alex has been tired of you for a long time." My head feels like it's splitting open; I still remember waiting for him until dawn last night on Christmas Eve. "Alex Fisher wouldn't let you do this." I clenched my fists tightly. Lucy Lynn suddenly burst out laughing and brushed back the long hair by her neck: "Look at this—what do you think it is?" Under the lights, the limited edition necklace around her neck dazzled me painfully—only three exist worldwide, worth nearly ten million, bought with my parents' inheritance. The villa's front door was pushed open, and Alex Fisher walked in, exuding a cold aura. "Alex!" Lucy immediately rushed over and nestled against him. "Laura has woken up, and she doesn't seem very happy." Alex Fisher walked in coldly, shooting me a glare and frowning, "What are you causing trouble about now?" "Me, causing trouble?" I pointed tremblingly at my mouth, "She shoved dirty socks in my mouth. What do you think I'm making a fuss about?" "Lucy's young; she's just playing around." He patted Lucy on the back, then glared at me, "Can't you just cut her some slack?" "Playing around?" I pointed at the necklace, "Alex Fisher, how much did this 'toy' cost?" Lucy clutched her neck tightly; Alex avoided my gaze and said, "It's a high-quality fake—she liked it, so I bought it." "Counterfeit?" I laughed out loud, "It's engraved with a unique serial number on the inside. Want me to take it off and check?" His face went pale as he gripped my wrist tightly. "Laura Scott, don't push your luck!" I pulled away from him. "Last month you said the company was short on cash and tricked me into investing my parents' inheritance. And this 'counterfeit' is what you bought?" Alex Fisher's eyes flickered, but he didn't say a word. "Not only are you cheating, you lied to me for money to please your mistress. It disgusts me." "The company really is struggling! That money was for operations!" Alex shouted. "Operations require a necklace and an haute couture gown priced at a million?" I stared at his luxury watch—the one I gave him as a wedding gift. "Where's your conscience?" Lucy poked her head out. "Alex and I are sincere; he just hasn't said it out loud yet." "Using my money to claim sincerity? You both are shameless." He raised his hand to hit me, but I turned my head to dodge. "Alex Fisher, try touching me." His hand froze in midair but finally dropped. "This isn't a place for you to make a scene." "Ever since you both stepped through that door, this has never been my home." I turned and walked to the foyer to make a call.