I provided the initial capital for her first business venture. I was the one who secretly paved the way, opening doors to the partnerships she claimed as her own. Without my intervention, how could her company have skyrocketed to an IPO in just a few short years?
But now that she had tasted wealth, she wanted to discard me like yesterday's trash?
Was the last three years of marriage nothing but a performance? Did she really believe that climbing a higher branch turned a sparrow into a phoenix?
Clap, clap, clap.
Slow, mocking applause broke the silence. Samuel Finch stood off to the side, a sneer plastered across his face.
"A wife divorcing her husband—classic tragedy, isn't it?" He laughed. "If word gets out, Ethan, you'll be the laughingstock of the entire city. Hell, the whole world!"
The sound grated on my nerves, fueling the fire in my chest.
"This is my home," I snapped, my voice dropping to a dangerous chill. "You have no right to speak here."
Samuel's amusement vanished. His expression darkened, and he surged forward, raising his hand to strike.