“No wonder Mr. Carter is who he is. He’s tamed the Myers family heiress like a dog.”
“With how gracious Sheryl is, she could’ve been a proper wife in ancient times. She's really magnanimous.”
I slowly rose to my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Owen’s clenched fists.
“Is that enough?” I asked quietly. “I’ll go run the bath for Ms. Julia now.”
Just as I turned to leave, Owen stepped forward, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up.
“Sheryl, how many times do I have to tell you? Playing the victim doesn’t work on me!”
“There’s no audience here for your act. No one’s going to pity you. Save it and crawl back home!”
“Kneel for five days. You’re not allowed to eat or drink anything unless I say so!”
I closed my eyes in despair, my voice barely audible. “Owen... In the past, I knelt because I didn’t want a divorce. But this time, I do.”
“Let me go, and let yourself go.”
He laughed coldly, as if I’d just told the most absurd joke. “Divorce me? You think I’ll believe that?”
“Don’t forget—you threatened me into marriage with your family’s investments. The Myers family’s entire fortune is tied up in my company. Divorce me and the Myers will go bankrupt.”