Chapter 8

Regardless of the consequences, he wanted to destroy me.

He blocked all my escape routes, hoping that no one in this world would love me.

This way, I could only stay by his side, begging for his affection.

But he didn't know that I had never loved him, not even for a moment.

"Jeffery, all these years, I've been depositing all my earnings into Uncle Sam's account."

"And as a daughter, I've been taking care of him and accompanying him for so long."

"I believe I can say I've fulfilled my duty with a clear conscience."

Jeffery slumped in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained.

"Naomi, I won't divorce you—"

I interrupted him again, my expression weary.

"I'm not asking for your opinion."

"Your company is in trouble, isn't it?" I looked at him and uttered two words:

"Cooked books."

Jeffery's expression changed instantly.

His company had severe financial deficits, and to reassure investors, he had doctored the financial reports.

If this came to light, his company wo