Just then, Bianca’s divorce attorney showed up.
She rushed forward with a smug smile, snatching the divorce papers from the lawyer’s hand.
She couldn’t wait to break free, not even willing to stay a moment longer.
Something inside me finally shattered. I closed my eyes in despair.
Everything I had believed in, every person I had loved, was a mistake.
“Corbin, hurry up and sign.”
“I’ll leave with nothing. Not like there’s anything worth keeping from you.”
“Consider it charity. I don’t want a dime. Save your coffin money for your hospital bills.”
I stared at the divorce papers in front of me and asked her one last time, my voice low.
“Bianca, do you really have to do this?”
“Yes. Just looking at you now makes me sick.”
If that was what she wanted, I’d grant her wish. I only hoped she'd choke on the consequences.
The moment I signed, Bianca eagerly scribbled her name down, like she couldn’t wait to erase me.
As soon as it was done, Landon stomped on the back of my hand with a smug grin.
“Oh, right, we didn’t finish last time. Want to know why your legs were shattered?”
“It was me. I told your precious bodyguard to run you over.”
“You’re pathetic. Always in the dark. Always lied to.”
“Landon, you’ll die a miserable death,” Director Grant gritted out.
Landon ignored him, lazily wrapping an arm around Bianca as he signaled his men to throw us out.
But the next second, I suddenly stood up, laughter echoing through the boardroom as I calmly dusted off my pant legs.
Landon and Bianca froze, eyes wide with disbelief. The room plunged into stunned silence.
“Your legs, they’re not broken?!”
