Cayenne was shocked with his words, making her pause from making strokes on the canvas. The brush that she was holding stayed unmoving on her canvas, leaving a blob of paint which ruined her work. She put down the palette and the brush on the table before turning around to face him.
"What does that have to do with me?" She removed her apron and placed it on the chair while looking nonchalant in front of him. "You should sign it. It'd be bad if you couldn't get back those shares that you wanted." Obviously, she was mocking him but Stefan wasn't upset with her words at all.
"I don't want those shares. I don't want to divorce you."
"Why not? If you can get those shares, you can just buy any woman you like. I'm done with my job. You are doing fine already. You can already sleep without me. So, what else do you want?"
"I want my wife back."
