Chapter 114: Broken Chains
Henry's lawyer was a sharp-eyed man named Adrian Cane.
He sat across the desk, his briefcase perched on his lap like a guard dog ready to bite.
"I want a divorce," Henry said in a voice so low, it rumbled with suppressed anger.
Adrian blinked, but his professional demeanor didn't change. "A divorce from Beatrice? May I ask what brought this decision on, Mr. Blackwood?"
Henry's hand tightened around the crystal glass of bourbon on the desk, his knuckles whitening.
"It's been a long time coming, Cane. Too long. She's nothing but poison—rotting everything she touches."
Adrian tilted his head, his pen poised over his notebook. "Are you looking for an amicable settlement, or—"
"Amicable?" Henry's laugh was dark, humorless.
"There's nothing amicable about this. I want her out. Gone. With nothing."
Adrian frowned slightly, glancing at his notes. "Legally speaking, Mrs. Blackwood is entitled to—"
