A sharp pain lanced through my chest. I looked at Cynthia. "Is that what you want too?"
She bit her lip hard enough to leave marks, as though steeling herself for what came next. "Marcus, my father's business survived because of Adam's family—the Hensons. And you... you were just making empty promises."
I laughed.
She had no idea that it was me who had saved Henson Corp from the brink of bankruptcy—on the sole condition that they support her father's business.
Without me, none of them were anything.
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"You piece of trash—don't tell me you think this is some kind of joke?"
Walter seemed thrown by my reaction. He'd expected rage, begging, maybe a scene. Instead, his surprise curdled into a sneer.
"You're nothing but a common laborer. The fact that I let you marry my daughter and stay for three years should be the crowning achievement of your miserable life. Now I'm giving you a chance to walk away with a shred of dignity. You should be thanking me."
A cold smile tugged at my lips.