The next morning, my secretary called to say that the company’s investors were pulling out because of the public backlash. When I arrived at the office, Martin was already there.
“Sophia, don’t go in yet. Reporters are everywhere,” he warned.
But I pushed him aside. Martin quickly stumbled to the floor, looking shocked. Everyone around turned to look at us. He surely had never expected me to do that.
“Sophia, are you really that heartless? Can’t you even show me a little mercy?” he asked bitterly.
Wendy came over and helped Martin up from the ground.
Our argument quickly drew reporters and furious onlookers, who turned their cameras toward me and shouted that I was cold and heartless.
“Please, don’t put the blame on her. It’s all my fault for not handling things properly. Don’t blame her,” Martin said pitifully.
Looking at his fake, self-pitying face, I almost felt sick.
I responded to him coldly, “Since you don’t want a divorce, don’t put the blame on me for taking you to court.”
Soon enough, Martin dropped his act and snapped in front of the reporters, “Fine, you shameless woman! Don’t blame me for throwing you out!”