Chapter 4: I want nothing from you

He couldn't say what he expected, but the woman who walked in behind the suit was certainly not his wife.

Kathleen smirked at the sight of her husband's shocked face. Outwardly, with her sunglasses covering her face, she could hide the smugness she felt inside. She spared no glance in her husband's direction and elegantly sat beside her lawyer on the opposite side of the conference table.

The both parties are here, shall we begin? The mediator asked

Drew, who still couldn't get over his wife's glow-up, kept gawking at her, and he wasn't being subtle about it.

His lawyer had to tap him to get his attention on why they were there.

He blinked to disguise his embarrassment at being caught drooling over his wife.

"Remember you are here to divorce her, not fuck her?" His lawyer teased in a low tone, but Kathleen heard him and smiled behind her hand. When she raised her eyes, it fell into her husband's, and she held his gaze. Even though her heart reacted to the fire in his eyes, she did her best to maintain her outward composure, to show him that he no longer affected her, even though that may be a lie.

"Ms Baldwin, are you okay with the condition of the divorce?" Mr Alfred asked as he passed the shared documents to Kathleen. Drew, who was also reviewing the documents handed to him by his lawyer, froze at the name his wife was called.

There is only one Baldwin he knows, and not just him. The Baldwin name is a household name and very uncommon. Why did his wife's lawyer address her like that? Does she have any connection to the Baldwin group?

Drew thought back to his wife's poor background and shook his head. His wife never shared her last name with him. When he asked, she told him that her last name had terrible memories for her, so she didn't go by it. She was glad when he offered his name to her.

The idea once again struck his mind that his wife might be related to the rich and powerful mogul, Duke Baldwin. But he couldn't see past the pathetic he found his wife in before they started dating. She could not be related to someone rich and left like a church rat.

He shook his head and continued to peruse the document in his hand.

Kathleen, who knew her husband so well, saw his minuscule reaction to her name and smirked once again. She pretended as if she was reading the document but wasn't actually interested in what she said. She didn't want anything from her husband. Nothing he has can be compared to what she has, and the one thing she wants from him, he can't give her.

Out of curiosity, though, she went to the property share and laughed out loud when she saw the sum he was giving her—not up to one-tenth of what she receives as her father's monthly allowance.

"What is something funny?" Drew and everyone in the room looked at Kathleen with curiosity. Drew was most especially bothered by Kathleen's cheerful despondence. She wasn't acting as if she wasn't bothered by their divorce. Her incongruous reaction annoyed him and made him wonder about a lot of things.

One of them was whether his wife loved him.

Kathleen slowly raised her eyes from the white document in her hand to look at her husband. "Nothing," she answered coldly, still holding his gaze. "I don't want anything from you."

A fleeting surprise passed through Drew's face before it hardened to a cold look of fury.

"Why? Do you have someone else to provide for you?"

Kathleen was amused by the anger in her husband's eyes and annoyed by what she read in his gaze. She knew that emotion too well: jealousy. Her husband was subtly accusing her of having an affair, which is funny coming from him.

"Yes," she answered, wearing a deadpan expression. While Kathleen thought of her father as her beneficiary, Drew thought of the dark man he saw her with, and his mind came to the worst conclusion, leaving a very bitter taste in his mouth.

"I should have known," he sneered under his tone, but Kathleen heard, and her fingers curled into her palms in anger. "Should have known what?" she asked calmly, with a raised brow

Drew, unable to keep his suspicions to himself, decided to voice them out. No, he didn't think just saying the word would express how much fury he felt inside, so he decided to throw them with so much venom and disgust.

"I mean, While I worked hard to provide for you, you paid me back by fucking around behind my back."

Kathleen cushioned the pain of his words by stiffening her whole frame and trying so hard not to let him see how much his words hurt. In all the ten years they had been married, she had been fully devoted to him, caring for his needs without asking much. He was the one who had an affair outside their marriage and now has the gall to accuse her of the same thing.

The last thing Kathleen wanted was to turn this into a fight. So, after so much struggle for composure, she achieved it. She held her husband's gaze without any emotions and said.

"I never cheated on you."

Drew scoffed at her answer. "And the dark-skinned man that picked you up last night?"

Kathleen considered explaining who Joe was to her, but her husband's hypocrisy annoyed her so much that Kathleen withheld her explanation, realizing that she owed him nothing.

"That is none of your business," she answered coldly.

Fury burned within the brown eyes, glaring at Kathleen. "When did you start fucking him? Was it while I was on business trips or working late at night, slaving away to provide for you?"

Drew's words were filled with malice and anger. He imagined his wife in the arms of another, making a fool of him.

What he hated most was being made to look like a fool. He had worked so hard to get to where he is right now so as never to be looked down upon, and his wife had made him look just that.

He didn't think he could ever forgive her.

Mr Alfred picked up on what the younger man was too blind to see: how much his accusation was hurting the young woman beside him. Since she wasn't doing much to defend what he knew to be untrue, as he knew the dark man in question and was absolutely certain that nothing was going on between them, he decided to step in.

"Mr Sinclair, I will advise you to refrain from laying accusations that you have no proof of or will file a defamation case against you."

Kathleen turned to look at her lawyer. She appreciated the older man's concern for her, but that wasn't necessary. She could handle herself.

"Thank you, Alfred, but my husband knows very well that his words bear no truth, and it is just his guilty conscience speaking up."

After calmly uttering those words, Kathleen turned to face Drew. "Whether I cheated on you or not is a moot point right now. We are going our separate ways. Like I said, I want nothing from you." Kathleen bent down, signed the papers in her hand, and then passed them on to her lawyers.