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Chapter 6

Author: Hermajesty
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-07 22:47:01

~ CINDY’S POV~

Henry’s voice was so loud and hysterical, I could swear the neighbors down the street felt the tremor rattle their walls.

I laughed.

Laughed like the devil herself had taken over my soul.

“Funny,” I said. “That’s exactly what I was about to ask you.”

Henry blinked, stunned for a moment like he hadn’t expected me to throw it back in his face.

“I didn’t cheat! Monica and I—”

“Monica and you are a joke,” I cut in, voice sharp.

“You brought another woman into our marital home and called her your ‘real love.’ So don’t you dare… preach to me about cheating.”

“That’s different! Do you know how hard it is to be married to someone who’s crippled? It’s—”

“Oh, so now you’re the victim?” I laughed softly, not missing the way Vivian narrowed her eyes behind him.

“Don’t twist this!” Henry barked.

He stepped forward, wild-eyed.

“You’re doing this because of that clause. Because my father made it so I can’t divorce you. You’re trying to punish me—”

“Oh, ple
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