Initially, she had been his operations assistant, then his “indispensable partner,” and now, she stood there as his mistress without a single attempt at discretion. She was dressed in soft creams, looking more like someone attending a garden party than a legal proceeding. Her hand was placed firmly on Marcus’s arm, a clear sign that she felt she had already won the day before the judge had even taken his seat. My stomach churned—not just from the pregnancy, but from the visceral shame of seeing them together so openly, realizing that Marcus no longer felt the need to hide his infidelity or his cruelty from me.
His gaze eventually found mine, and his mouth twitched into a cold, empty smile. “You are absolutely nothing,” he hissed, leaning toward me when the room was distracted. His voice was a sharp, quiet blade. “Sign these documents and vanish. You should be thankful I’m even giving you the chance to leave.”