I laughed sarcastically. "Anyone foolish enough to walk into a lion's den should be ready to face the consequences of her recklessness."
Half of Derek's face was swallowed in darkness; I couldn't read his expression.
"Does President Vazquez really think his wife is so submissive that when a mistress comes knocking, she'll simply do nothing?"
The lighter flared in the dark. I lit the slim cigarette between my lips, the smoke curling upward.
"Derek, you should remember—every bloody step you clawed your way up, I was right there bleeding with you. And now you want to set a pampered little canary against me? Is it you who has gone mad—or her?"
I slid the divorce papers across the table once more, blowing a slow ring of smoke.
"This is your last chance."
Moonlight spilled over the marble, but it revealed nothing of our faces.
We stared at each other through the shadows.
"From childhood, you were the one who killed the beast that was my father. You stormed into powerful households for me."
"And I... I lost a child for you. I bled myself dry for you. Derek, it's time we cut ties clean. No debts left between us. That's the best ending for us both."