Rhys froze. He'd clearly assumed my earlier threats were just postpartum hormones. But seeing the legal documents in black and white, reality finally crashed down on him.
"No... Honey, wait," he stammered, panic flaring in his eyes. "I just helped a neighbor park her car. How did we get to divorce? I don't agree to this!"
He reached for my hand, dropping his voice and putting on that pathetic puppy-dog expression he always used to manipulate me.
My eldest brother and Jack stepped in immediately, blocking his path like a human wall.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, a cold smile playing on my lips. "Rhys Abbott, you were just parking a car? Then explain the spicy hotpot stench clinging to your clothes."
The color drained from his face. His eyes darted around, guilt shattering his innocent facade. In the corner, Emily leaned against the wall and smirked, openly provocative.
Only Josephine looked completely bewildered—and furious.
"What parking? What hotpot?" she shrieked. "Don't think you can drag up random excuses to avoid splitting property with my son!"