The Divorce Papers Tasted Like Revenge (Tracy and Chandler) novel Chapter 6

Sam had been two years ahead of Tracy in school. Years ago, when his company hit a bottleneck, one of their professors recommended Tracy to him.

She hadn’t let that recommendation go to waste. With her team, she developed one of the earliest AI medical diagnostic systems.

When the project went public, Sam kept his word and offered Tracy twenty percent of the company’s shares as compensation.

Since then, the company had earned a fortune off that project. Sam had always honored his promise, depositing dividends into her account each quarter. She was a shareholder in her own right.

Three years ago, Chandler had told her he wanted her to learn financial management, so that someday she could handle the family’s money.

She believed him.

She abandoned her own field and buried herself in his company’s work, meticulously keeping the books, trimming every cost down to the minimum to ensure ample liquidity.

And what had she gained in return?

Thinking of this, she replied to Sam: “This time, I accept the invitation.”

The moment he saw her message, Sam called. “So you’ve decided? You’re coming back to the company?”

Glancing at the file in her hand, Tracy answered, “Yes, I’ve decided. But I’ll need to wait a month for my resignation to go through.”

There was a pause, then Sam said, “I’m glad—and surprised—that you’ve finally decided to come back. Tracy, the company really needs you. Please return.”

Still, doubt flickered in her chest. “The AI field has developed so quickly. I’ve been out of it for three years. I don’t know if I can catch up again.”

Sam dismissed her concern. “Your unique algorithm is still unmatched. Don’t downplay yourself. By the way, there’s a CADD seminar next week. They want you to attend. Will you go?”

Tracy nodded. “Yes, I’ll go.”

If she was set on leaving Chandler’s company and returning to her profession, how could she turn down such an opportunity?

“Good. I’ll let them know.”

After hanging up, Tracy immediately shifted into work mode. Luckily, she hadn’t completely abandoned her knowledge these past three years. She’d just buried it under Chandler, always putting family first.

Back home after work, she sat at her computer, researching recent developments in the field and refreshing her memory.

At dinner, Chandler was still absent. She ate a few bites, then set her plate aside.

Seeing her untouched food, Jennie frowned. “Ms. Tracy, you haven’t had much appetite lately. Are you feeling unwell?”

Tracy crouched by the coffee table, tore off the July 2nd page from the calendar, and tossed it into the trash.

“No. Must be the heat making me lose my appetite.”

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