Chapter 117: The Breaking Point
Beatrice stormed in, slamming the door behind her.
"How dare you, Henry!" she spat, her voice slicing through the silence.
Henry looked up from his desk, calm but with a chilling edge in his expression. "How dare I what, Beatrice? Enlighten me."
"You think I wouldn't find out?" Beatrice sneered, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor as she approached his desk.
"You're filing for divorce? Planning to throw me to the streets like some discarded toy?"
Henry leaned back in his chair.
"You've had plenty of time to prepare for this day, Beatrice. Consider it overdue."
Her eyes burned. "Overdue? Is that how you justify this betrayal? After everything I've done for you—this family?"
"Hahahah!" Henry's laugh was low and bitter.
"Done for this family? You've done nothing but destroy it. Manipulating everyone, lying, scheming—you turned my house into a battleground."
