"What do you mean stealing? That liquor was my son's to begin with! My son taking back what's his—what's wrong with that? You're the one who left something that valuable lying around, and you think you're in the right?"
Ryan puffed up like he was going all in, neck jutting out stubbornly.
"Joy, I'm telling you—the bottle's in my hands now. This prize has nothing to do with your parents!"
Something inside me snapped at the sheer absurdity of it all.
"Since you've said it like this. Done things like this."
I took a step back.
"Ryan, let's get a divorce."
His eyes went wide, like he hadn't expected me to say it so cleanly, so decisively.
Mrs. Lambert froze for a second too—but quickly, her expression twisted into pure elation.
"Divorce! You have to divorce!" Her voice trembled with excitement. "Joy, you said it yourself! Don't you dare regret it!"
She yanked hard on Ryan's sleeve.
"Hurry up and divorce her—what are you standing there like an idiot for? A daughter-in-law who only cares about her own family should've been kicked out long ago. Once we get that five million, Mom will find you a better one!"
The shock on Ryan's face crumbled fast, crushed under the weight of greed.