Chapter 4 We're Divorced

Daphne had no idea she'd already been fired from Aerosea Group because of one careless signature.

Regardless, she saw red when she came home that evening and found me lounging on the couch watching a movie.

She stormed over, grabbed me by my arm, and demanded, "How can you sit there and watch a movie like nothing happened? Do you realize you nearly left Cyrus disfigured? How are you going to make it up to him?"

She was so furious that her face contorted into an ugly scowl.

I, on the other hand, remained utterly calm. "Daphne, have you forgotten that he once beat me up, too? I nearly ended up disfigured as well. And how did that turn out, huh?"

Daphne froze at my words, remembering what had happened when we lost our second child.

After her miscarriage, she made it seem that she'd punished Cyrus by firing him and sending him elsewhere. In truth, she was also protecting him, as she knew I'd go after him again if I got the chance.

So, she'd decided to act first rather than wait for me to make Cyrus pay myself. Thus, she sent him somewhere no one could find him and planned to bring him back once the scandal died down.

Alas, Cyrus still couldn't escape my revenge. I'd hated him so much back then that I'd gone straight to his city alone, determined to get back at him.

What I hadn't expected was that Daphne cared about him so much she'd assigned him several bodyguards to protect him. Naturally, I was no match for them and nearly got beaten badly enough to leave me disfigured and permanently disabled.

Daphne had rushed to keep the whole incident under wraps. As a result, not a word of it got out. Of course, it also meant that her darling lover never bothered apologizing.

My words seemed to affect Daphne, but she still insisted on defending Cyrus with unreasonable arguments.

"Then, you should understand how painful it is to be disfigured! How could you hurt someone else just because you nearly ended up disfigured yourself? Besides, he's so much younger than you. He's at the age when looks matter most!"

I was stunned by her twisted logic. "His face isn't mine anyway! Why should I care?"

She had the gall to look as though my apathy shocked her. "Do you know how long Cyrus cried after he nearly disfigured you? He even said he wanted to pay for it with his life! How could you say something so heartless?"

Heartless?

If I were really that cruel, she wouldn't still be standing here and giving me such attitude.

I had no intention of saying another word to her, let alone looking at her.

And so, we were left at a standstill once more. The air between us seemed to ice over with every passing second.

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When it finally hit her that I wasn't going to budge on this matter and would never, in my right mind, apologize, she turned and went straight to the bedroom to pack her bags.

"I'm moving in with Cyrus to take care of him. He said I can come back when you're willing to apologize to him. So, you're staying here to think about what you've done!"

She spat before quickly puttering away to pack her things.

That suited me just fine. After all, I was now the sole owner of this house as per the divorce agreement. Honestly, she was sparing me the headache of me personally kicking her out if she moved out on her own.

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A short while later, Daphne had packed the clothes she needed.

I noticed how little she'd packed, so I helped her stuff a few more sets of clothing just in case. It would just mean more junk for me to throw away if I didn't.

She found it strange that I was helping her pack without being asked, so she stopped what she was doing.

In the past, I'd always begged her to stay whenever she tried to leave. Yet, I was actually speeding things up for her so she'd leave this time around.

Finally, she asked, "Are you really that eager for me to leave?"

"Yes," I replied. "We're divorced."