"You misunderstand, Hyacinth. I’m not jealous. I hit him because he disrespected my client. Every connection I make is valuable, and I protect what’s mine. Nothing more, nothing less."
Even now, I felt nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.
Did I not love Hyacinth?
Of course, not.
Otherwise, why would I step aside after years of struggle, handing her the presidency of the company I built from the ground up just to preserve her pride?
But I was a rational man. The moment a marriage became tainted, I severed it without hesitation.
"Why aren’t you jealous?"
Hyacinth’s voice wavered, her expression dazed as if she couldn’t grasp the reality before her.
I cast her a cold glance. "Hyacinth, when I loved you, you were the moon in my sky. But the moment you became dirty, you were nothing more than filth in a ditch. And no one gets jealous over filth."
Her face paled. "You’re calling me filth? No, are you saying… you don’t love me anymore?"
Fear flickered in her eyes.