"I'm giving you this one last chance only because of my father. Since you refuse to appreciate it, I won't waste another breath."
"You want a divorce? Fine. But once it's done, I'll go straight to the registry with Keanu. And when that day comes, even if you regret it and kneel before me, it'll be far too late."
I didn't let her finish. My reply was calm, but cold enough to frost the air. "Then let me offer my congratulations in advance, you'll make a perfect pair."
"I've no time for pointless chatter. Let's end this."
She nearly trembled with rage.
And right after we signed the final papers, she did exactly what she promised, dragging Keanu to the marriage registry without hesitation.
Before stepping inside, she turned back, her eyes glittering with provocation, as if daring me to react.
Keanu, brimming with pride, took a picture of their marriage certificate and plastered it across his social media.
I paid it no mind. Without a second thought, I left for the airport, bound overseas to take over the vast inheritance Uncle Kelvin had entrusted to me.
Days later, the Fanning Corporation's 30th anniversary arrived in full splendor.