Henry was true to his word. His studio no longer had anything to do with me.

I had never been his official agent, as I had always managed his career merely as his wife.

But soon, I wouldn’t even be that.

The next day, I went to the office to pack my things.

Just as I arrived, I overheard the studio manager trying to persuade Henry.

“Mr. Shepherd, you were too impulsive yesterday. All these years, it’s been your wife handling everything behind the scenes.

“If she really gets upset and refuses to come back, the upcoming exhibition will fall into chaos.”

Henry snorted through his nose.

“She merely basked in my glory. If the exhibitions succeeded, it was all because of my talent.

“If she doesn’t come, let Tamara take over her work. It’s just menial tasks—anyone can do them.”

As if remembering something, Henry added, “Tamara isn’t like Rosalind. She’s naive and unwilling to flatter others. Don’t let her attend those banquets.”

I had originally planned to go in and hand over my work to the manager, but now I saw there was no need.

Just then, a WhatsApp notification popped up.

The team in Valmont informed me that they had already arranged my visa—I could leave at any time.