Dragging my suitcase, I opened the door and saw Belinda, her face contorted with anger. Before she could speak, I interrupted her.
"I will divorce Jaxton, but he's the one who's at fault. I won't settle for less than what's mine in the property division."
Belinda clearly didn't expect me to respond like that. She stared at me for a moment before saying, "It doesn't have to be a divorce. What if it affects Jaxton's company? A man of his status, having a mistress is pretty normal. You're living off Jaxton; you shouldn't be so selfish."
I snorted, thinking, "She just doesn't get the pain until it hits her personally, huh? How can she say such shameless things?"
"First of all, I have a stake in Jaxton's company, too. I'm a shareholder and get my share every year. The money I spend is mine. Secondly, you might lack dignity and morality, but I have them.
"And lastly, I wish you and your grandson well!"
I had no intention of revealing the truth right now—at least not until after the divorce.
I wanted to see their reactions once they were emotionally invested and then hit them with the truth. That would be something to watch.