At that moment, Max appeared, holding an umbrella and guiding Vania through the mud.
"Shannon," he said, looking down at me as though I were something beneath his shoe, "all I wanted was a simple apology. But you had to drag this out, make it a spectacle. Was it worth it?"
He then pulled out a new divorce agreement and crouched down. "Here’s the deal. Publicly admit you were hysterical and tried to frame me and Vania, leave with nothing, take full responsibility, and we end this here. I promise, it’s just a ‘fake’ divorce. You’ve caused such a scene. If we stay married, you’ll ruin my chances at a promotion, so sign this fake document, okay?"
I raised my head, meeting his smug, self-satisfied face, and spat blood right onto his clothes.
"Keep dreaming. Even if I die and become a ghost, I will never let you two off. I’ll kill you both."
Max’s smile vanished. His eyes went cold. "Then don’t blame me for what happens next."
Just then, the sound of engines rumbled through the rain. Dozens of military vehicles rolled up in formation.
A man in a full army uniform soon stepped out.
"I’d like to see who dares threaten a First-Class Merit recipient," he said, voice like steel.
