"You..." Scott choked, pointing a shaking finger at me.
Bella, my mother-in-law, stepped in. "Liam, look at yourself. Whether it's tea or water, it's a trivial expense. Claire risked her life to give you a child. She works herself to the bone for this family, and you begrudge her a few dollars for treats? Have you no shame?"
Even my own mother tugged at my sleeve, whispering for me to stop making a scene. The guests whispered among themselves, casting judgment my way.
I didn't bother to explain.
Reaching into my briefcase, I produced a second copy of the agreement and slid it toward Claire.
"I am divorcing you. If you want to save what little dignity you have left, sign it."
Tears welled in Claire's eyes—a practiced display of vulnerability.
"Liam, please. Do you really have to embarrass me like this?" She sobbed, her voice dropping to a humble plea. "I admit, I've neglected you and the baby because of work. I know I've burdened your mother. But I did it for us! I swear, from now on, you and our daughter come first. Please?"
She reached for my hand, fingers trembling. "Liam..."
"Don't touch me!"
I recoiled as if she were contagious, shoving her hand away and stepping back.
"You're filthy."