"The terms are laid out in full," I said. "Read them carefully. If you have no objections, sign, and it takes effect immediately."
My words hit the room like a bomb.
The whole place erupted.
"Cobb came prepared for this."
"The boss called it. She was right all along."
"That's ruthless. He set her up, plain and simple."
"We all watched him order her to kiss Jordan for ten seconds. Now he's using that as grounds for divorce?"
"If you ask me, he's got someone on the side."
"You even need to guess? Obviously."
"Men who've moved on are the cruelest kind."
While the crowd buzzed with speculation, Myra read through the divorce agreement, her entire body trembling.
Then she hurled the papers at me.
"Luke! You're offering me one percent of the company after the divorce?" She was shouting now. "What is this, a tip for a beggar?"
The crowd was stunned all over again.
Everyone knew the company's rise would have been impossible without Myra's effort and support. By any reasonable standard, even if we divorced, it should have been a fifty-fifty split.
Yet I was offering her one percent.
She wasn't wrong. It was practically an insult.
"And what's this clause about 'marital infidelity'?" she demanded. "You're seriously going to use that kiss just now as proof that I cheated? Do you think I'm that easy to push around, or do you think the judge is an idiot?"
She straightened her spine. "You want this divorce so badly? Fine. I'll agree. But I get half the company. Otherwise, don't even dream about it."
Everyone thought she had a point.
Jordan, meanwhile, put on his most righteous face. "Boss, I swear on my life, if there was ever anything inappropriate between me and your wife, may God strike me dead. May I never have children. May I—"
My gaze drifted toward him, slow and deliberate.
The next second, I drove my foot straight into his groin.
"AGHH!"
The scream that tore out of him made every person in the room flinch. Jordan crumpled to the floor, his body curling inward like a boiled shrimp. He shook violently, cold sweat beading across his forehead, his face twisted in agony.
That kick was aimed to make his little oath come true.
How much it actually hurt? Only Jordan knew.
"Luke... you..."
Myra saw Jordan writhing on the ground, clutching himself, howling in pain.
Her face went white.