He was worried about Margot. He cared about the company.
He didn't notice—or didn't care—that something inside me had already turned to ash.
I pulled myself to my feet. The words came out through clenched teeth.
"Curtis. I want a divorce."
Divorce.
I could cover Mom's medical bills myself.
I could work to pay off every cent of that debt.
Even if it took the rest of my life.
Even if it drained everything I had.
Anything was better than suffering by Curtis's side forever.
My words caught him off guard—a flicker of shock crossed his face.
But it vanished just as quickly, replaced by that familiar arrogance. That look of a man who believed he controlled everything.
He pulled Margot behind him and looked down at me.
"Emma, stop being ridiculous."
"You know how trashed your reputation is right now."
"Leave me, and your life is over. You'll never recover."
"Just do as I say. Apologizing to Margot is for your own good."
My life was already in ruins because of him.
How much worse could it get?
This time, I was done bowing my head.
I refused to look at the fake affection in his eyes. I shook off his hand and walked out without looking back.
On my way, Curtis flooded my phone with messages.