"Hand over your projects to him. The rest isn't your concern."
"And stop arguing. I run this company. When I make a decision, you follow it."
I looked at her impatient expression. At Ethan's smug grin.
I nodded.
"No need to wait until the end of the month. I'll submit my resignation now."
I paused.
"And while I'm at it, I'll draft a divorce agreement. I hope you'll sign it."
Nora froze.
Ethan's eyes flickered with barely concealed delight before he schooled his features into wounded concern. "What are you doing? I know you've never liked me. If you don't want me taking over as VP, just say so. Why drag divorce into this to threaten her?"
Nora's expression darkened. She clearly bought every word.
"Getting bolder, aren't you?" she spat. "Playing games right to my face?"
"Using divorce to control me? You think this pathetic little trick is going to work?"
"You're underestimating me, Alex."
"Go ahead. Get your divorce papers. Let's see if I dare to sign them."
She was worked up now—voice rising, eyes blazing.
She was absolutely certain I'd never leave. That I'd never give up my position in the Simmons family. That certainty made her fearless.
I didn't hesitate.