Ignoring his question, I strode into the room, brushing aside the scattered clothing on the desk with deliberate force. I slammed the divorce papers onto the wooden surface between them, the sound reverberating in the heavy silence.
"You've been too busy to come home these past few days," I said coldly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "Since we've already talked about divorce, there's no point in dragging this out. Let's get it done as soon as possible."
I shifted my gaze to the woman, who was calmly adjusting her dress. "And this way, she can take my place."
Compared to Jonah's visible panic, the woman remained composed. She stepped forward, smoothing her dress with practiced ease and extended her hand toward me.
"Hello, Mrs. Robert. My name is Violet, Mr. Robert's assistant."
Her voice was smooth and self-assured, a honeyed facade that only deepened my disdain. I didn't even glance at her, keeping my eyes locked on Jonah. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched, as if bracing for my next move.
"Hurry up and sign the papers," I said, my tone cold and detached. "Before coming here, I've packed my things and moved out of the house. My lawyer will handle the rest."