Franco froze dead in his tracks. His pupils blew wide, and his fingertips trembled faintly.
I didn't notice his unraveled reaction at all.
My chest burned with bitter glee as I stared at Jeremy, who was fuming uselessly in the hot spring, and snapped, "I can let you two have your little love story. But first, you sign this."
The words barely left my mouth before I slammed the pre-prepared divorce agreement right in his face.
I even enunciated every word slowly and deliberately, loud and clear for both of them to hear, "Walk away with nothing."
Jeremy's face cycled through sickly green and ashen white. Finally, he snatched the divorce agreement and ripped it to shreds with a violent jerk.
"Wenna, can you just let us get dressed first? We can sit down and talk this through properly la
