I lit a cigarette, exhaling as I crossed my legs. "Hyacinth, we’ve been together for seven years. You should know me by now. Even if my younger brother wore my clothes, I wouldn’t want them back. Do you think I wouldn’t be disgusted by a woman who’s been touched by someone else?"
With that, I stood up, done with this farce.
"I haven’t been touched by anyone!"
She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me from behind. Desperation seeped into her voice. "Husband, you misunderstood! Zavier and I didn’t do anything. I was just drunk; he was only helping me!"
A wave of revulsion rolled through me. My fingers slackened, letting the cigarette slip.
The ember landed on the back of her hand. With a sharp gasp, she let go.
"You were already in his arms. Do you really think an explanation still matters?"
"I’ve been drunk countless times while handling business. Have you ever seen me needing a woman’s support?"
Hyacinth’s lips trembled, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak.
"I’ll have the lawyer draft the divorce agreement. Let’s end this."
"No! I won’t sign!"
She sobbed bitterly, but her feet remained planted in place—she didn’t even dare to chase after me.