For a moment, I simply stood there, the words hanging in the air. Then, slowly, I turned to look at Clyde.
"Is that true? Do you really want a divorce?"
Clyde arched an eyebrow, his expression laced with disdain.
"Secretary Everleigh is right. I've wanted to divorce you for a long time, but I held off because of my father's pressure."
His voice grew louder, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.
"But now that all these esteemed guests are here, they can serve as my witnesses."
"I, Clyde, am divorcing you!"
I met his gaze with chilling indifference, my voice calm, unreadable.
"Are you sure about that?"
I took a step forward, my tone sharpening.
"Clyde, have you really thought this through?"
Before my words had even fully settled in the air, the fool before me yanked a divorce agreement from his pocket, shoving it toward me as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"Azalea, don't waste your breath. I've never had even the slightest bit of affection for you."
I studied him for a long moment before letting out a slow, measured sigh.
"Clyde, looks like you've had this planned for quite some time, haven't you?"
He gave a careless nod, his indifference almost theatrical.