“N-No… baby, I just lost my way for a bit. Deep down, I still love you, I swear!”
“Let’s fix this. Didn’t you always want a child? Fine! I agree now!”
His voice cracked with desperation, his head bobbing in frantic, pathetic nods.
I barely blinked. “Too late.”
“Nothing you say changes a damn thing. The moment you invited me here, you sealed your fate.”
I tilted my head, watching his face crumble. “You never loved me, Logan. Not me. Not Adeline.”
“You only love money, power, and the way they make you feel important.”
The words sliced through him like a blade. He flinched but had no rebuttal. Nothing but hollow silence.
Behind him, Adeline finally snapped out of her daze, likely thanks to Uncle Felix’s well-placed kicks. She scrambled forward, dropping to her knees so fast it was almost comical. Then, with a theatrical gasp, she slapped herself, hard.
“Miss Fiona, please! I beg you!” she wailed, eyes wide with fake remorse.
“We were classmates! If I had known you had ties to the cabinet, I would’ve never dared!”
She frantically dug into her purse, pulling out a crumpled stack of papers, the divorce agreement, signed by both of us.
“You love Logan, don’t you? Fine! Take him back!” she screeched. “I’ll rip this up right now!”
And she did. Shredded it to pieces right in front of me, as if that would somehow undo everything.
A memory surfaced, something my instructor drilled into me during training:
“People’s survival instincts are natural. Never go soft just because they beg.”
I exhaled slowly. “Adeline, even if you tear it up, it means nothing. Logan was erased from my records a long time ago.”
Both of them paled like I’d just handed them their death sentence.
Adeline turned on Logan instantly. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t insisted on dragging Fiona back into this, we could’ve still been together!”
Logan’s face twisted in rage. “Oh, don’t give me that. You chased me first! Did you forget how you used to moan ‘husband’ in bed?!”
Adeline gasped. “Excuse me? Who was the one who couldn’t keep their hands off me?! Who called me ‘wife’ first?!”
Their bickering escalated fast, the tension snapping as they lunged at each other like rabid dogs.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Enough. If you really want to fight, do it in jail.”
That shut them up real quick.
Adeline’s head jerked up. “Jail?! For what?!” she shrieked. “It’s just a divorce! At most, some cheating, how is that a crime?!”
Logan frantically nodded. “Yeah! I mean, sure, I may have said I’d find someone to ‘deal with’ you, but look at you, you’re fine!”
I took my time before responding, letting their panic fester. Then, calmly, I asked, “Tell me, when exactly did you think this would end?”
“Did you already forget what I said?”
Their eyes darted to each other, desperate.
“I told you from the start, divorcing me meant consequences. Did you think I was bluffing?”
I let that sink in before delivering the final blow.
“Now that you know who I am, you should also know this: the things you two did behind my back? They’re enough to keep you locked away for a very, very long time.”
I flicked my fingers in dismissal. “Take them away.”
My people moved in, dragging them off as they kicked and screamed. I watched without a flicker of emotion.
Out of sight, out of mind.
With those two handled, the so-called wealthy heirs who had been watching from the sidelines suddenly scrambled forward, all eager to get on my good side.
Their smiles stretched too wide, their voices dripping with forced sincerity.
“Miss Fiona, we were just, ”
“It was never our, ”
“We didn’t mean to, ”
I raised a hand, cutting them off. “Spare me.”
I let them sweat for a moment before offering a few words of well-placed advice.
People learn best from their mistakes, after all.
One by one, they slinked away, leaving only a handful of old classmates behind.
I glanced around, taking them in. I didn’t see friends. I saw strangers.
Lifting my glass, I let my voice carry through the silence.
“Listen up. After this drink…” I tipped it back, letting the burn settle deep.
“We’re done.”
