Agnes was visibly shocked but didn't push him away. When her gaze fell on my motionless figure, her brow furrowed. "He's drunk, stop getting jealous for no reason. Go make some hangover soup, and I'll take him to the guest room.
"He just had surgery recently and still showed up to the party for me. Meanwhile, you're here acting small and petty. Are you even a man?"
Clutching the marriage certificate tightly in my hand, I threw it in Agnes' face with a cold expression. "Did he really go to that party for work, or did you two celebrate your tenth anniversary together?"
Her pupils shrank immediately, and her voice became slightly unnatural. "Who gave you the right to touch my stuff!?"
I snorted. "Shouldn't you explain what this is first?"
Agnes' eyes grew icy. "What kind of attitude is that? I'm not a criminal! Don't use your dirty lawyer tricks on me!"
Knowing Agnes as well as I did, I recognized this attempt to change the subject as proof of her guilt.
My expression remained unchanged, but my heart grew colder.
Silence filled the air for a long time.