"Desmond, do you think you’re still a big shot?!"
"Didn’t you hear the call? Even Everett has abandoned you. What right do you have to make threats?"
Their mockery filled the air, but I didn’t flinch. I simply exhaled slowly, suppressing the fire in my chest.
And when I spoke next, my voice was dangerously calm.
"I don’t know if you’ve heard the saying—there’s always someone better than you."
I met their amused stares with a calm gaze, my disappointment settling deeper.
"I, Desmond, never rely on women to get things done."
Their laughter echoed through the room, a sharp contrast to the cold realization creeping over me. So, this was the so-called workplace? The same people who once spoke to me with respect now mocked me without hesitation—just because Everett wanted to divorce me.
Was this the price of staying low-key?
For years, I had concealed my true strength, keeping a low profile. Even when I overheard employees gossiping about me, calling me a mere son-in-law or a gigolo, I never bothered to correct them. It was beneath me. But now, I could see how my silence had only emboldened their arrogance.
Gideon, growing impatient with my lack of reaction, scowled.