Chapter 6

Stacy snatched the champagne from a server's tray and smashed it at my feet.

She shouted, "Say that again! What did Belle put in your head that makes you think you can talk to me like that?"

The glass shattered, and some of the pieces even cut into the back of my hand. Blood seeped from the wounds.

Everyone watched with malicious delight, certain I was in serious trouble.

However, I heard the panic in Stacy's thoughts.

"Oh no, is Jake hurt? What if he thinks I'm too mean and ends up liking that fake, two-faced Belle instead?"

Zack cried out in surprise and hurried to take Stacy's hand to check her fingers.

The next moment, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the floor with it.

He spoke with concern. "There's water on the floor. We don't want you slipping and falling, Ms. Levine."

The pattern on the handkerchief looked familiar. It was from a pajama set I had once spent several late nights embroidering for Stacy.

But now, the pajamas had been cut into rags and was being used as a rag, casually tossed onto the floor.

Was this the love for me that Stacy always talked about?

She always trampled on my sincerity, yet constantly demanded my attention.

I shook my head, looked Stacy straight in the eyes, and sneered. "How is it any of your damn business?"

It was the first time I had ever spoken to Stacy so coldly.

The Levine Group employees immediately grew angry.

"Jacob, have you lost your damn mind? How dare you talk to Ms. Levine like that?"

"Don't you know one word from Ms. Levine could get you blacklisted in the industry and leave you with nowhere to go?"

They had no idea that the Stacy they were so eager to defend was cursing them out in her head.

"All of you, shut up! Don't drive my darling Jake away! I'll fire every one of you useless idiots later."

Stacy's eyes darted around as her thoughts raced.

"Jake really seems angry this time. Should I buy him a watch? Or maybe I should get him a car to make it up to him?"

I smiled mockingly and said, "Ms. Levine, you don't need to buy me a watch or a car. I can't accept them."

Everyone was confused by my sudden comment and looked at me with ridicule.

"Jacob, you've got some nerve. When did Ms. Levine ever say she was going to give you anything? I've never seen anyone as shamelessly confident as you!"

But Stacy's eyes widened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "You can hear my thoughts?"

I nodded.

I thought Stacy would feel ashamed or get angry that I had heard her thoughts all along without telling her.

Instead, her cheeks suddenly flushed red. The blush spread all the way to the tips of her pale ears.

She gave a light cough, and her voice grew much softer.

"So you knew all along? Then why are you playing hard to get?"

Her thoughts raced with excitement.

"Oh my God! So Jake knew I wanted to be close to him. He even pretended to hold back just to surprise me. This is so embarrassing! He must really love me if he always goes along with me like this!"

I rolled my eyes inwardly.

Stacy's self-delusion had really reached another level.

Then she held out her hand again and spoke as if she were doing me a huge favor.

"Jacob, aren't you going to put the wedding ring on my finger? I know you've been waiting forever for us to make our marriage public. I'll give you the chance now."

There was no inner voice this time. It seemed she truly meant it.

I really had kept the wedding ring with me all this time. I wanted to make our marriage public so I could prove that we were husband and wife wherever we went.

But Stacy didn't notice that the wedding ring I had never taken off had already been tossed into the trash along with the diamond ring.

I opened my briefcase and slowly took something out.

Stacy's eyes lit up, and she swallowed nervously.

But when she saw the divorce papers placed in her hand, her eyes widened.