No More Forgiveness

For a moment, Mira looked genuinely stunned.

In six years of marriage, I had never spoken to her like that.

Our marriage had started because of an old promise between our families, not some grand romance. Even so, I had always believed that once a woman became my wife, she became my responsibility.

So I never raised my voice at her.

When she threw a tantrum, I was always the one who lowered my head first. When our daughter was born and Mira showed no interest in taking care of her, I raised Lily myself and never complained.

But this time, I shattered every version of me she thought she knew.

"Grant Whitmore, Julian and I have known each other for more than twenty years. I am not cutting him off," she snapped. "And if you keep making me angry, I'll divorce you."

I gave a cold laugh and raised three fingers.

"In business, no one threatens me. I'll count to three."

"One."

"Grant, I'll tell your grandfather you cheated on me. I'll ask him to make this right."

"Do you have proof?" I asked evenly. "Because I do. A three-minute makeout session should count, don't you think? Two."

"You!" Her face flushed with anger. "I'll give you one chance to take that back. Otherwise, I'll let my tens of millions of followers destroy you online."

I raised the third finger.

"Do not forget who funded your career. Without me, where would those followers have come from? Three."

The next second, she snatched up her phone and called Julian in front of me.

"We're done. Don't contact me again."

She ended the call, her eyes red as she glared at me.

"Happy now? Does it feel good to control your own wife like this?"

"Grant, I married you when I was twenty. I even gave birth to your child. Is this how you treat me?"

"I'm an award-winning actress. Men richer than you beg for one dinner with me. Don't think I can't survive without you."

"I'm only thirty. You should feel lucky you married me. If you dare make me angry again, don't blame me for what I do next."

I smiled, patted the hip of the model sitting beside me, and said, "Mira, you are beautiful. But you are not twenty anymore. With my position, do you think it would be hard for me to find an eighteen-year-old prettier than you?"

"This is the only chance you get. There will not be another."

Then I told the models to leave.

Mira slammed the door on her way out.

When the office finally went quiet, the smile fell from my face.

Six years.

Even if there had been no love at the beginning, I had spent six years giving her all my attention. How could I not have fallen for her?

Just two nights ago, she had curled up in my arms and said she wanted to call me "Daddy" the way Lily did, so I would spoil her like a little princess too.

I had laughed and tapped the tip of her nose.

"You will always be my little princess. I'd give you my life."

Yet only one day later, after Julian came back into the country, everything changed.

My little princess, who used to cling to me every day, sat on another man's lap and kissed him like I did not exist.

What I did in the office today was not revenge.

It was my final warning.

I wanted her to understand that my indulgence was not permission for her to do whatever she wanted.

That was my last line.