A bitter, almost manic laugh escaped my lips. "Chris, you truly are the epitome of a ‘flower protector,’ aren’t you? Can you honestly claim you’re unaware of the sordid things you and Jennifer have been doing?"
Chris’s face contorted with rage, his eyes flashing with indignation. "I don’t agree to divorce!" His voice was a thunderclap and he pounded the table with such force that the room seemed to shake.
Of course, he would resist the divorce. Chris had always leveraged my connections and resources to build his own empire while treating me with disdain. As a housewife, I had devoted myself to maintaining our home and supporting his career, but in his eyes, I was merely a convenient fool.
"It’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to proceed with the divorce," I said coldly, my voice a chilling contrast to the heated argument. "However, you should be prepared for the consequences if these photos and videos get released. You’ll need to devise a strategy to handle the fallout."