Wasn't it supposed to be a peaceful separation?

When Steven left Kimberly's office, his entire demeanor screamed 'go away,' his face even grimmer than when he had entered. Kimberly followed behind him, her expression not much better.

Those eagerly waiting for some gossip were frightened into silence by Steven’s intimidating presence, not daring even to sneak a peek, let alone breathe loudly.

During the press conference, they had only found out about Steven's divorce from Kimberly that morning.

Wasn't it supposed to be a peaceful separation?

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Sitting in the café, Kimberly was still rubbing her sore wrist, reddened by Steven’s harsh grip, standing against her pale skin.

Standing by their table and intimidated by Steven’s demeanor, the waiter didn't dare disturb him and instead cautiously asked the beautiful woman in front of him, "Ma'am, what would the gentleman like to drink?"

Before Kimberly could respond, Steven pulled out several hundred dollar bills from his wallet and threw them on the table with a chilling tone, "Close the do