"Adam James, you really know how to put on a show," I spat. "These past few days must have been so hard for you."
He froze, hand rising to his cheek.
"Sneaking into bed with Lola—was it exciting?" I sneered. "Did she serve you well?"
His chest heaved. Panic flickered across his face before anger swallowed it.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped. "I told you, I was discussing a project!"
He cursed under his breath, called me unreasonable, and turned to leave.
I grabbed his arm, unlocked my shattered phone, and shoved the footage in his face.
"Is this what you call discussing a project?"
The color drained from him. Panic flared in his eyes.
"I'm posting this online," I said, thumb hovering over the upload button. "Let the whole world see how shameless you two are."
I opened social media, ready to broadcast his filth.
Adam's eyes went red. He snatched the phone and shoved me hard.
I hit the ground, the impact jarring my bones.
"Enough!" he roared, face darkening. "Layla Hampton—what man in my circle doesn't have someone on the side?"
He loomed over me, voice dripping venom.
"Why do you have to be so precious about it? Acting like you're dying! So what if I play around?"
"Lola is more sensible than you," he sneered. "More interesting. She actually brings me pleasure."
He jabbed a finger at me, so worked up that spit hit my face.
"And look at you. You don't even wear makeup anymore. You're boring. You don't stir up the slightest interest in me."
Pain shot through my shoulder where I'd landed, but the ache in my chest cut deeper. I thought of the past few months—Adam holding me every night, swearing he'd changed.
No matter where he went, he sent me his location. Shared every mundane detail of his day. Watching him scrub his skin raw, I'd actually believed him.
It was all just cover. In his eyes, I was nothing but a washed-up housewife.
But I used to care about how I looked, too. I only became this way because I spent years running everywhere with him, scraping together everything we had to build this empire from nothing.
He once called me the most beautiful woman in the world. Now that he had power and wealth, I was nothing but a stain on his perfect life.
I forced myself to stand, my gaze burning into him despite the tears blurring my vision.
"Adam, I won't stay with you for another second." My voice trembled, but the resolve behind it was steel. "I want a divorce."