A metallic taste filled my mouth. I exhaled shakily, then let out a quiet, broken laugh.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
He froze. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
He gave a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “Over this? One argument, Clara? Are you serious right now?”
“I am.”
His tone sharpened again, rising. “And where exactly do you think you’ll go? You think your career survives without me? Without my name, my funding, my company backing your network?”
I didn’t respond. I just looked at him.
The man I once believed I’d spend forever with… felt like a stranger now.
Before he could say anything else, a small voice cut through the tension.
“Big brother? Sister-in-law?”
We both turned.
Ethan stood at the doorway clutching his toy car, eyes wide and uncertain. “Are you two… fighting?”
Something inside me tightened. He wasn’t truly my brother-in-law by blood, but in my heart, I had already grown attached to him.
Damien pressed a hand to his forehead, exhaling sharply. “No, Ethan. Go back to your room.”
But Ethan’s eyes welled up. “Please don’t fight… I don’t like it when you shout.”
I couldn’t just stand there.