"She spends money on him, buys him gifts... what does she see in this man?"
Tessa moved quickly, scooping the lingerie back into the box, wiping away a nonexistent tear.
"Oliver, if you don't like this style, I'll change it." Her voice trembled perfectly. "Please don't be angry. Don't divorce me, okay?"
I looked down at the pitiful mask she wore. A performance worthy of an award.
I reached out, pushing her hand aside, and pinched the fabric between my fingers. "You picked it out yourself—how could I not like it?"
I held her gaze. "Since you've put in so much effort... For five years, you prepared so many gifts for me. A 'kept man' like me should be grateful, right?"
My voice dropped, turning icy. "In front of everyone, how about I give you a big gift in return?"
Tessa's eyes darted nervously, but she forced a sweet, relieved smile. "Oliver, I don't want a gift. I just want you to agree not to divorce me."
I reached into my coat, pulled out the divorce agreement, and tore it in half.
Tessa let out a heavy breath, shoulders sagging. The tension left her face—she thought she had won.
I turned and walked to the car, opening the trunk to retrieve the portable projector.