"Sign it. We’ll finalize our divorce tomorrow."
Hyacinth’s face went pale. She stared at me, disbelief clouding her eyes. "Honey… You really want to divorce me?"
"Tobias, you have no shame!"
"My Hyacinth has already lowered herself to cook for you. What more do you want?"
His glare sharpened. "I even personally came here to apologize! What else do you want? Don’t push your luck!"
Hearing that, I let out a low, amused laugh.
I shrugged off my suit jacket, unfastened my watch, and slowly loosened my tie, my movements unhurried. My gaze locked onto him, cold and indifferent.
"Zavier, do you really think you're that important?"
"You call this an apology?" I scoffed. "Do you think your apology has any value?"
"And what makes you think you're any better than me?"
"I'm the president’s special assistant—second only to one, but above thousands."
"What do you think you are? You're just a sales manager!"
"If you weren’t Hyacinth's husband, you wouldn't even be qualified to speak to me!"
With that, he lunged at me.
I barely lifted a foot before he stumbled backward, but the fool wasn’t done. Gritting his teeth, he charged again, this time seizing my arm in a death grip.
"Hit me," he hissed under his breath. "The more you hit me, the more pathetic you'll look in Hyacinth’s eyes. Once you two get divorced, I’ll take your place!"
I chuckled, suddenly losing interest in fighting him. Instead, I patted his shoulder, my tone laced with mockery.
"Kid, have you been binging too many brain-dead TV dramas? Do you really think the world of the rich is a game?"
"What do you mean?"
I shook my head, smiling as if he were a clueless child. "In that case, let’s bring everyone together and have a little chat."
Not long after, Hyacinth’s entire family arrived.
Her parents had always treated me well.
Even though I hadn’t been born into privilege, I had built my own fortune from the ground up. Everything I had, I earned without a single favor from the Duncan family.
Because of this, Hyacinth’s parents had always held me in high regard.
"Tobias, what’s going on here?"
Her father rubbed his hands together, his face tense with unease after hearing about the divorce.
I gestured toward Hyacinth and Zavier. "They’re tangled up with each other. This guy even tried to provoke me into hitting him, thinking I’d look bad in Hyacinth’s eyes. He wanted me to divorce her so he could take my place."