Chapter 12 Fuck This Marriage

Jeremiah was silent for a few seconds. Then, his tone softened slightly. “We’re husband and wife. Strictly speaking, Elsa is like a sister to me. I only keep her by my side because you asked me to look after her. Why must you be so petty about this?”

“If it bothers you that much, I can have her transferred to another position. That should solve the problem, right?”

He made it sound like I was being unreasonable when his restless desire to cheat was at fault. His words were like a cold dagger to my heart.

In my past life, Jeremiah had indeed transferred Elsa, but only after my parents pressured him. He resented them deeply for that and started showering Elsa with gifts and projects, ostensibly to make it up to her.

Then, they grew closer until they crossed the line.

The truth was, transferring her was pointless. If they wanted to meet, they’d find countless ways to do so.

I looked at him and firmly declared, “I don’t need you to do that. I want a divorce!”

After settling comfortably, I ignored his displeasure and continued, “I’m going back to work. That’s what I want. Marriage is too constraining. Fuck it!”

Jeremiah’s eyes locked on mine. They burned with barely contained rage. “Why should I listen to you? Why should we get a divorce just because you say so?”

His expression screamed, “What can you do about it if I refuse?” I almost snickered.

I scoffed and threatened him, “If you won’t agree to a divorce, I’ll accept media interviews and reveal the truth about our failing marriage. I’ll tell the truth on camera. Everyone can look up your scandals with Elsa; they probably already know what’s going on.

“If you don’t want this to become a scandal that humiliates you and affects Cornell Group’s share price, you’d better listen to me. Let’s end this peacefully.”

Jeremiah stared, his eyes wide with disbelief. “How dare you threaten me!”

I shrugged indifferently. “Call it whatever you want!”

I’d said everything I needed to say. As a businessman, he should know how to weigh the pros and cons.

Then, he uttered word by word, “You want a divorce? I refuse! You’re not thinking clearly. Take some time to calm down. Now, get out of the car!”

I rolled my eyes. Fine. I didn’t care to stay in his car anyway.

As soon as I stepped out, I saw Elsa standing nearby, looking worried. She hurried over. “Jane, did you two fight again? Actually—”

I cut her off coldly, “This has nothing to do with you.”

Ignoring her hurt expression, I walked into the restaurant.

I overheard their conversation. “Jeremiah, Jane seems really upset. You should comfort her.”

“Leave her be. She’s just throwing a tantrum. She’ll come back. Get in the car. I’ll send you home.”

I lowered my eyes to hide the cold glint in them. I’d never go back to him.

I returned to the restaurant and finished the meal with Eric.

He didn’t dampen the mood by mentioning them, and he didn’t pry. Instead, we reminisced about amusing college moments.

Aside from the earlier interruption, the meal ended pleasantly.