Grandma Blanche's call came without warning.

Ethan Roscente had just finished his meeting when his phone buzzed.

"Move in with Jenna Roland tonight." Her tone brooked no argument.

Ethan's brow furrowed. "Grandma, this is too sudden."

"Sudden?" She scoffed. "You're already married. What's the problem?"

He massaged his temples. "We've only known each other for a day."

A teacup slammed down on the other end of the line.

"Your grandfather says if you don't go tonight, he'll freeze all your accounts tomorrow."

Ethan's lips curled into a cold smile. "That old trick again?"

"It works." Her voice dripped with satisfaction. "The car will pick you up at seven."

After hanging up, Ethan stared blankly at his phone.

The conference room windows reflected his tense jawline.

Dinner at the Roscente mansion was bathed in golden light.

Grandpa Harrison sat at the head of the table, his gaze piercing.

"The terms are simple." He tapped the table. "Live together for one year, and the company is yours."

Ethan set down his fork. "You said that last time."

Grace Roscente spoke softly, "Ethan, Jenna is really a lovely girl."

Benjamin Roscente nodded in agreement. "Your grandmother has an impeccable eye."

A flicker of mockery passed through Ethan's eyes.

"I want Yvonne Sherwood's whereabouts." His sudden demand silenced the room.

Grandpa Harrison's face darkened. "Out of the question!"

"Then we have nothing to discuss." Ethan pushed back his chair.

"Stop right there!" The old man slammed his palm on the table.

He turned to the bookshelf and threw a file onto the table.

"See for yourself!"

Ethan opened the folder, his pupils contracting sharply.

The surveillance photos showed Yvonne copying data to a USB drive.

The timestamp matched that rainy night four years ago.

"She only approached you to steal corporate secrets." Grandpa Harrison's voice was icy.

Ethan's knuckles turned white.

He closed the file, his voice hoarse. "I want a divorce after one year."

"Deal." The old man's triumphant smile appeared.

Grandma Blanche quickly added, "But you must genuinely try during this year!"

Ethan grabbed his coat and left without another word.

His silhouette looked especially lonely in the night.

The chauffeur had been waiting.

"To Miss Roland's apartment." Ethan leaned back, eyes closed.

The passing streetlights cast shifting shadows across his unreadable expression.

The woman who once haunted his dreams was fading from memory.