Dominic looked worse. The dignified CEO of the Henson Group was in tatters. Bespoke suit ripped. Face bruised. Muddy footprints stamped across his white shirt.
The lead officer scowled. "Brawling in a hospital? All of you, down to the station. Now."
Dominic whispered something to Caroline, then grabbed my arm and dragged me into a quiet corner while his assistant brought them coats.
His eyes were dark. Dangerous pits.
"I'm going to settle with these parents financially," he hissed. "You will delete that video. It never sees the light of day again. Do you understand?"
I yanked my arm free.
"Are you delusional? They just watched it on a sixty-inch screen. The police have it. What exactly do you think deleting my copy will do?"
Dominic stepped closer. His voice dropped to a menacing growl.
"If you hadn't stood by and watched, none of this would have happened. You knew. You let her do it."
He jabbed a finger in my face.
"Katherine Fox, Caroline is humiliated, and the company's reputation is at risk. And it is entirely your fault."
The expression on his face was identical to the one from my past life—the look that told me I was nothing but a nuisance.
I thought my heart, already scarred and battered, had long since gone numb. Yet a fresh wave of rage surged through me, hot and visceral, making my entire body tremble.
My hand lashed out, connecting hard with his cheek.
*Smack.*
I rubbed my stinging palm and met Dominic Henson's incredulous stare.
"Weren't you the one who said the mushrooms were fine? You told me not to meddle." Ice dripped from every word. "So now that I've followed your instructions, you're unhappy? Dominic, you really are impossible to please."
"Y-you..." He stammered, eyes widening. "You came back, too."
His expression shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions before settling into grim resolve.
A deep breath.
"I wanted to wait to tell you this, but since we're already here, I won't beat around the bush." He straightened his posture. "Katherine, let's get a divorce. I know you love me to death, that you think you can't survive without me, but in this life, I will not let Caroline down again. I intend to spend the rest of my life with her."
The man wore a look of such deep, self-righteous devotion that laughter bubbled out of me—pure, bitter absurdity. "You want to marry Caroline Henson? Do you truly not care how society will judge you?"