Ex-husband’s Regret

I couldn't help but look at him gratefully, then walked in confidently and said, "Good morning, everyone. I'm Charlotte. I've come here today to clarify and explain everything clearly to you all."

Jessica followed closely behind, saying, "You want to prove your innocence, right? Let's begin then."

She seemed remarkably certain.

If I hadn't kept a trump card up my sleeve out of habit, this situation would have indeed followed her lead, leaving me speechless.

"First, please listen to a recording." I took out my phone and played the conversation I had with Nancy yesterday.

The expressions of everyone present changed immediately. Jessica seemed to have anticipated this and calmly said, "What does this prove? Nancy is your assistant. Who's to say this isn't staged by you?" "You make a valid point." I nodded approvingly and took out the manuscript of my design from my bag." Please take a look, everyone. This is my design manuscript. You can clearly see the modifications made. Jessica's submission was based on my second-to-last draft, not the final version."Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jessica indeed had some knowledge about design and quickly retorted, "Are you trying to fool everyone? It's normal to make changes, who wouldn't?"

I stood up

and pointed out details in the second draft, smiling as I asked, "Then may I ask, are you secretly in love with me? Why else would you leave my name on the design draft?"

"What?" Her expression froze, hurriedly looking at the places I pointed out. Then she dismissed it with disdain, "These are just habitual pen strokes..."

'CW." I stared at her and said lightly, "Is your habit to include my initials?"

This was a habit I developed in college-to subtly leave my initials in inconspicuous places before the final submission, then erase them completely.

"Impossible!" Jessica's face changed drastically. When she tried to examine the draft again a colleague had already taken it away. As they reviewed it, their gazes toward Jessica became suspicious. However, due to her status as "Mrs. Frost," no one dared to speak out.

Only one person spoke frankly, mocking, "Thief cries 'stop thief.' Mrs. Frost, the esteemed president's wife of the Frost family, has stooped so low as to plagiarize from her own designer and turn the tables! This is truly disgraceful!"

"Shut up!" Jessica angrily stood up, shamelessly saying, "Since you know I'm Mrs. Frost, how dare you spread rumors? Don't you want to stay in Jelaston?!"

With that, she glared at me fiercely, turned on her slender high heels, and left in a huff-a clear retreat.

The truth of the matter was now evident to everyone.

1 didn't bother saying anything more. Jack glanced at me warmly and said, “Charlotte, wait for me outside.

"Sure." I stood up and left. About two minutes later, Jack opened the door and

"Want to come to the office for a bit?"

ne out.

"No, thanks. You're busy. I'll head off first." I smiled and declined.

He had already helped me a lot with this matter, and I didn't want to take up more of his time. Being the CEO of the MS Group wasn't an easy job.

While waiting for the elevator, I ran into several colleagues from the office just now.

Their attitudes had completely changed from before. "Miss Charlotte, we misunderstood you earlier. Sorry about that."

"Yes, yes, please forgive our ignorance. Please speak a few good words for us to Mr. Renolds."

"By the way, rest assured, we know what to do about Jessica. She won't be able to survive in the design industry anymore."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. What did Jack say to them just now? These people changed their minds faster than turning pages in a book.

But I didn't say anything and just smiled politely, "Alright."

After leaving the MS building, as I was about to walk towards the parking lot, Jessica appeared out of nowhere.

"Charlotte, stop right there!"

"What else do you want to say?" I looked at her coldly, thinking of the child I had lost, my voice equally icy.

Her face twisted with rage as she approached step by step. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Charlotte, you deliberately manipulated the manuscript like this to set me up for plagiarism and embarrass me!"