But she remained indifferent, watching as the smoke made my face turn red, while she focused on protecting the fainting Milan.
Step by step, I helped her climb to the top, willingly retreating to the background, sacrificing everything, including my career, for her.
But she thought she had succeeded on her own and even tried to use that to control me.
Is this really the girl I've loved for so many years?
Seeing me stand still for so long, Agnes sneered. "Don't try to use divorce as some reverse psychology trick. I've been over that for ages. If you don't want to be my husband, there are plenty of others who do!"
I looked coldly at the two of them standing side by side. "There are plenty of people who would, right? Isn't the one beside you just waiting for his turn?"
Agnes' face turned ugly, but Milan pulled her into his arms and said.
"I've indeed been waiting for her all this time. So what? She got to where she is today on her own. You're just a freeloader living off a woman. What right do you have to put on airs?
"I can't stand you doubting her! And I can't stand your petty, paranoid jealousy!"
She didn't refute Milan's "righteous defense" of her, tacitly agreeing with him.