I looked up only to Jack, who was glaring at me and Dr. Robertson.
"So, this is why you want a divorce. You’ve already found someone else," he sneered. "Well, I won’t grant it. Forget about the divorce!"
Fury surged through me. I stood up abruptly and grabbed his collar.
"Jack, look behind you. Who’s flaunting their affair for everyone to see?"
I pointed at Ivy, who stood awkwardly in the background. My hands were trembling uncontrollably.
"You’re out of line, Lucy! There’s nothing between me and Ivy!" Jack snapped as if I were the one causing trouble.
"I don’t want to see you," I said, letting go of his collar and sinking back into my chair, defeated.
"Who is he?" Jack demanded, his hands on the table, his voice cold.
"My psychologist. I asked him to meet so I could end our sessions. Satisfied?" I replied, struggling to keep my emotions in check.
"Give me your phone," Jack ordered, then reached out his hand to take my phone from the table because he did not trust me.
At that very moment, I snapped and lost my sanity.
I picked up my cup of coffee and hurled it at his face, ice and all. Before he could react, I slammed the empty cup onto his head.