Everyone knew the company's rise would have been impossible without Myra's effort and support. By any reasonable standard, even if we divorced, it should have been a fifty-fifty split.
Yet I was offering her one percent.
She wasn't wrong. It was practically an insult.
"And what's this clause about 'marital infidelity'?" she demanded. "You're seriously going to use that kiss just now as proof that I cheated? Do you think I'm that easy to push around, or do you think the judge is an idiot?"
She straightened her spine. "You want this divorce so badly? Fine. I'll agree. But I get half the company. Otherwise, don't even dream about it."
Everyone thought she had a point.
Jordan, meanwhile, put on his most righteous face. "Boss, I swear on my life, if there was ever anything inappropriate between me and your wife, may God strike me dead. May I never have children. May I—"
My gaze drifted toward him, slow and deliberate.
The next second, I drove my foot straight into his groin.
"AGHH!"