Even Clyde, who had been silent all this time, leaned back in his seat, watching me with smug amusement, relishing in my supposed downfall.
As I took in the scene before me, a bitter realization settled in my chest: how foolish I had been to pull the Mancini Family out of their crisis back then.
Noticing my silence, Everleigh assumed I was backing down. Smirking, she lifted the microphone again.
"Hey, Azalea, do you get it now? Do you finally understand why President Mancini doesn't want to sit with you?"
She suddenly raised her voice, her words sharp and cutting.
"Because… you're not worthy."
I swallowed the anger rising in my throat, my voice turning cold.
"From the way you're talking, it sounds like you want me to divorce your President Mancini?"
Everleigh's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile.
"Since you're so self-aware, I won't bother pretending anymore." She let out a light laugh. "That's right; I believe I'm far more suited to be President Mancini's wife than you are."
I met her gaze, my expression unreadable and spoke each word with deliberate clarity.
"Go on. And then?"
Everleigh scoffed, her eyes filled with contempt.
"President Mancini wants to divorce you!"