Wooing My Ex-Wife

The endless pressure being applied triggered a sense of suffocation in Craig.

His fists alternated between clenching and releasing as the rage within him swelled to its brim.

All the physical punishments that Cedrick had meted out were exercises used during training. Other than the coffee cup thrown earlier, he had not laid a finger on Craig.

Hence, even if Craig wanted to report Cedrick to their superiors, he had no reasonable excuse to do so.

With that thought in mind, Cedrick calmly tapped on the table and reminded, “You still have fifteen seconds to decide. Take your time.”

The words sent a shiver down Craig’s spine, vanquishing the thoughts that were previously cycling through his mind.

Without a moment’s delay, he hurried toward a spot two steps away from the wall. Teeth gritted, he took a deep breath and pushed himself upright with his hands.

When Cedrick mentioned for it to be done near the wall, he clearly didn’t mean for Craig to lean against it.

Thus, the latter had to support the weight of his entire body with his hands alone.

Although his back was facing the wall, it only acted as a temporary cushion in case he fell down.

This exercise was particularly strenuous due to its technical difficulty, and the fact that Craig was already drained made it worse for him.

At the two–minute mark, his arms were already trembling uncontrollably.

Thus, he felt as if thirty minutes could potentially torment the life out of him.

Many years had passed since he was reduced to such a pathetic state.

He would never forget the humiliation he suffered and swore to seek revenge one day.

Observing him from a distance, Cedrick could clearly see Craig’s trembling arms.

sip of coffee before remarking, “Craig, the years I spent away in Fairlake was supposed to be an opportunity for you to demonstrate your capabilities. Instead, you became full

through his gritted teeth. “You must

I know better than anyone else how truly ambitious you are. Unfortunately, you have lost your initial idealism and have become someone I barely

order everyone around and have them obey him unconditionally caused him to be intoxicated by power. From then on, his ambition began to grow as he craved more of it.

didn’t see anything wrong with it, let alone have any intention

Mr. Jenson. I have not changed.

body tilt toward the

hear Craig’s excuses, Cedrick continued solemnly, “Do you feel tired? As if your arms are going to break and you can no

spite of Craig’s silence, that was

going to die. But the truth is, man’s potential is limitless. When faced with overwhelming pressure, even the proudest of us have no choice but to submit. Moreover, despite knowing that one is incapable of withstanding the punishment for failure, one would still give one’s all just to endure it. Craig, the gulf between us is just

he didn’t know what Cedrick was trying to convey. Cedrick has never lectured me about life. Has he gotten carried away from punishing me

at the man, Cedrick spoke in a cruel and icy tone. “If you’re unable to keep this up for thirty minutes, it means that your physical body is too weak. I’ll have no choice but to report it and request that you be sent back to training camp for three months. Upon your departure, the position of deputy director will be left vacant, and I intend to let Nico fill it temporarily. Do you have any thoughts on

taking over the role might be temporary on the surface, but once he actually did, there was no way Craig

a chill down his spine, Craig bit down on his cracked lips, leaving a bloody print. He then channeled the anger within him to steady

arrangement isn’t necessary, Mr. Jenson. I can still keep this

laughter. “I’m glad

for Cedrick as he went through his

for the hand–standing Craig. Every second felt like an eternity to him. All

the timer began to ring.

the end of the work

collapsed to the ground, unable to

so exhausted that he couldn’t even open his eyes.

notating the last document with his red pen.

off the heater, he slowly walked up to Craig. “You have managed to pass the test by a whisker.

out softly upon collecting himself, “can I-”

rejected him outright. “No. That said, if

to get someone else to clean it up. Even if you can’t stand on your feet, I’m sure you can still crawl on your knees. I won’t let anyone enter to disrupt your work. Now, whether you want to keep the last of your