"Dominic, we've been married one year. I held up my end to the Calloway family and to you. You're the one who kept dragging me through the filth."
"A man this rotten? If I don't divorce you, what am I supposed to do, keep you around until you stink up my whole life?"
His expression darkened to something murderous.
"You... you're completely unreasonable. Vulgar. Keep this up, and I'll only despise you more."
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. After everything, did he actually think I still cared what he thought of me?
I turned, my voice dropping to ice.
"Your precious Fiona is so refined, so above it all. She's certainly not above spreading her legs underneath you to save the Prescott family, though."
"So stop forcing yourself to pretend you ever loved me. Go marry your little two-faced princess."
Crash.
A cup shattered against the floor. "Ava Henson, I truly misjudged you. All that love you showed me was the real act. You were only ever after the Calloway fortune."
"You've destroyed this partnership. I'd love to see how you explain it to the shareholders. To the board. Are you going to tell them it's because I helped the Prescott family?"