Nine
691 Words
Cynthia’s lips stretched into a triumphant smile.
Lucas leaned back in his chair, smug and victorious, his hand sliding down Cynthia's waist as if he had conquered the world.
“Finally, you’re free of this parasite, Cynthia,” he said, making sure the camera caught his grin.
Cynthia’s laugh echoed through the room.
Her eyes darted to Michael, her smirk widening. “Look at you, Michael. No wife. No money. No home. A half-man with just one kidney. Just go and jump off the cliff and stop wasting oxygen."
The crowd stirred—reporters scribbling furiously, cameras flashing.
“Mrs. Lancaster!” one shouted. “How do you feel now that you’ll officially be the wife of the city’s most eligible CEO?”
Another chimed in: “You must be the luckiest woman alive! To trade a loser like Michael for Lucas, the rising titan who is worth a fortune!”
“I envy her,” a young woman whispered loudly enough. “Imagine… upgrading from trash to treasure.”
Despite everything that was thrown at him.
Michael sat there but did not say anything.
Without a word, he rose to his feet.
The mockery continued, Cynthia’s sharp laughter mixing with Lucas’s booming arrogance.
But Michael didn’t spare them a glance.
If it had been the old Michael, he might have lowered his head in shame, crushed beneath the weight of their words. He might have begged, explained, or even humiliated himself further just to keep the woman he once sacrificed everything for.
But Michael was dead.
The current Michael only sneered.
A scheming, dirty woman like Cynthia wasn’t worth even a fraction of his dignity.
And Lucas? He was welcome to her. Let the dog feast on scraps.
These two snakes would turn on each other soon enough. That is their nature. Betrayal ran through their veins like blood.
As long as they didn’t drag innocent lives into their filth, Michael couldn’t care less.
He picked up his copy of the divorce decree and he unhurriedly turned toward the exit.
But Lucas was not done humiliating him.
“Stop him.”
Lucas’s cold command sliced through the laughter.
At once, two towering bodyguards stepped into Michael’s path, blocking the courtroom doors.
The room went still, whispers rising as the onlookers sensed tension.
Lucas rose from his chair with arrogance, straightening his designer suit as he strolled forward. His voice dropped to a low, venomous murmur only Michael could hear.
“You weak, toothless stray dog,” Lucas hissed, his words dripping poison. “You think walking away makes you dignified? Huh? You’re nothing and you will always be nothing.”
He leaned closer, his breath rancid with triumph.
“Do you know what I’ll enjoy the most?” Lucas’s grin widened cruelly. “Your crippled sister. Once I have her I will sell her off.” his eyes gleamed with mockery— “You had better bring her to my mansion yourself... Maybe I'll give you a cut from the money.”
Michael’s eyes turned cold.
"You filthy pig!" Michael said through gritted teeth.
And then...
CRACK!
His palm connected across Lucas’s smug face with such force that the CEO staggered backward, crashing against the polished table before stumbling to the ground.
Gasps erupted through the courtroom.
Reporters froze. Cameras snapped in a frenzy as they captured every moment.
Cynthia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Michael…!” she hissed, her voice trembling, caught between shock and rage.
Lucas's cheeks burned with humiliation.
He was surprised at how hard Michael slapped him.
Just last night he stood no chance against him.
Where did he suddenly get this new strength from?
Just one slap from his hand sent him sprawling on the floor.
He stood up, his chest heaving with rage.
“You!” his jaw twitched with anger. “You dare lay hands on me?!”
The thought damaged his pride, especially since reporters were watching.
He was going to remind Michael who was the boss here.
“You useless fools!” he roared at his bodyguards, his voice cracking. “What are you standing there for? Break him! Now!”
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