Chapter 6

In truth, I was lying.

The excuse about seeing someone else was just a way to push him toward divorce. But the part about meeting someone today—that was real.

Last night, shortly after I had returned to my room, I received a friend request from a stranger on Telegram. He said he had something important to give me and insisted that I meet him at a downtown restaurant at 1 PM.

At first, I dismissed it, uninterested, until he sent me an audio clip that made me reconsider. After hearing it, I agreed to meet him.

Lance leaned over, his hands braced on either side of me, his expression dark and brooding. "Who is it?"

I smiled slightly. "None of your business."

"So you're divorcing me because of him?" he asked.

I shook my head, and the smile vanished from my lips.

"Do you have any idea that my father died because of you? He worked three days and nights without rest, trying to resolve the bankruptcy crisis. He didn't sleep, and in the end, he suffered a brain hemorrhage. You're the r