That was the final straw. Vanessa's face twisted with rage and before I could react, she grabbed the nearest object—a porcelain cup—and hurled it at me.
The cup struck my forehead, shattering on impact. A sharp sting erupted across my skin as warm blood trickled down my temple.
Vanessa pointed a trembling finger at me. "Charlie, do you still want to stay married or not?! If you do, then take that damn house! I've been with you for so many years—even if you don't want to live there, I do!"
She was still pushing for it, still trying to maneuver me into that death trap.
"I even planned a celebration banquet in your name to build up your reputation and this is how you repay me? You've disappointed me!"
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed.
I glanced at the screen—Zane, the company's current CFO.
"Mr. Ross, your wife said there's a celebration banquet this evening. I saw you weren't at the office, so I wanted to remind you to come early. The guys are getting impatient."
A banquet? So, this was her next move. I had no idea what Vanessa was plotting, but since the company had just gone public, it wouldn't be good to dampen employee morale.
I sighed and agreed.