Years ago, to support his startup, I had transferred these shares to him without asking for a penny.
Now, I wanted them back.
He stared at the document. The color drained from his face until he was ashen.
"Jasmine, what is the meaning of this?"
"Exactly what it looks like."
"I'm taking back what belongs to me."
He surged to his feet, his gaze locking onto mine.
"Over a bracelet? You're doing this over a damn bracelet?"
"You're really going to settle accounts with me like a stranger?"
"In your heart, is our three-year marriage worth less than a piece of jewelry?"
I met his gaze calmly.
"In your heart, am I worth less than a single strand of Sarah Henson's hair?"
"You—!"
He choked on his rage, chest heaving.
After a long, tense moment, the fight seemed to drain out of him. He slumped back onto the sofa, rubbing his brow.
"Jasmine, stop making trouble."
"I know you feel wronged, but Sarah... she told me today she wants to seek treatment for her legs."
"She said she doesn't want to be a burden to me anymore."
"There's a specialist in Decheng, a top authority. I need to take her there."
I listened. My expression didn't change.
"So?"