A tense pause filled the room, heavy and suffocating. His expression darkened, thunderclouds gathering behind his eyes. “You know our family doesn’t tolerate divorce,” he said, voice rising. “You’re making a spectacle of yourself. Do you even understand how this will damage our reputation?”
I pressed my jaw tight. “So cheating is acceptable?”
His brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”
I bit my lip, steadying my shaking voice. “I asked—do you condone cheating? Because that’s exactly what your perfect son-in-law has been doing. With my stepsister.”
The room seemed to drop in temperature. His gaze pinned me like I’d just spat on the family name. Then he exhaled sharply, his words soft yet sharp as a knife. “You sound just like your mother.”
The sting hit me like a slap before I could even speak.
The sound of the comment echoed through the office. My assistant gasped quietly just outside the door, but I didn’t move. I didn’t call her in. I stayed rooted, hand pressed to my cheek, my eyes burning with unshed tears.