My mockery enraged Olivia. She slammed documents to the floor.
“So what if I do? You’re infertile, a useless man who couldn’t give me a child for over ten years. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself with younger men if I have the money?”
“And I’ll tell you now—your brother’s death, even if he turns to ashes, has nothing to do with me. I’m going to see my assistant right now.”
“If you can’t stand it, pack your things and get out. If you can’t stand it, then divorce me!”
With that cruel declaration, she grabbed her coat and stormed out.
I clenched my fists. Divorce was inevitable.
But letting her toy with me like a fool—this wouldn’t end so easily.
Olivia, this divorce will strip you to the bone.
I had my lawyer prepare the divorce agreement.
Looking at Daniel, so young and so pitiful, with a violent sister and a mother who favored sons over daughters, I felt a deep ache.
Olivia had made so much money, but spent it all on others. Neither her brother nor her husband saw much of it.
In life, Daniel had suffered in silence.
In death, he was treated with cruelty by his own sister.
I couldn’t bear it. I ordered the mixer and the control room shut down and had the workers recover his remains.