I looked at his handsome face, feeling nothing for him anymore.
“I’ll talk to your mother. I’ll tell her we split amicably because of personality differences.”
“No, that won’t work.”
Following his gaze, I saw the woman sitting comfortably in the café across the street. It all made sense now.
He wanted to use me to pave the way for Jessica, making their future a little smoother.
Leaning against the marble pillar nearby, I met his gaze, disappointment overshadowing my exhaustion.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Thomas showed not a trace of gratitude; his eyes still brimmed with disgust, but his tone was disturbingly casual.
"It's simple. Publicly admit you cheated during our marriage—take all the blame on yourself. Convince my mom that you were involved with another man and even had an abortion, which is why you haven’t been able to get pregnant all these years. Agree to leave the marriage with nothing. That's it."
As he finished, my hand by my side clenched tight, fingernails digging deep into my palm.
"We've been through so much as a couple. Do you really have to be this ruthless?"
Thomas spread his hands helplessly.