My Actor Husband's True Face

We Divorce

Shannon felt a wave of panic when Maxime suddenly appeared before her in such an unexpected place and situation. Her chest pounded wildly under the intensity of Maxime’s unwavering gaze.

Her thoughts spun out of control, imagining all the possible misunderstandings that might arise. Did Maxime think she came here deliberately to grab his attention? Or perhaps that she was trying to escape reality in the wrong way?

Before her mind spiraled further, Becca's voice interrupted.

"Shannon," Becca called in a light yet firm tone, snapping Shannon out of her thoughts.

Shannon turned to see Becca giving her a small, reassuring smile, reminding her why she was here. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she looked up and met Maxime’s eyes. This time, there was no fear in her gaze, only a cold, challenging stare.

“You’re mistaken, Maxime,” Shannon said, her voice low but clear. “If I have another side to me, that’s none of your business. My life is no one’s concern but mine.”

Her unexpected stance left Maxime momentarily stunned. For a brief moment, he was at a loss for words. The Shannon standing before him now felt like a stranger, far from the woman who used to bend over backward to please him, always trying too hard to show her best side, to the point of seeming artificial.

Maxime stared at her longer than he intended, trying to decipher this change. But before he could respond, Becca cut in again, her cheerful tone contrasting sharply with the tension between them.

“Shannon, there he is! Our star has arrived!”

Becca lightly tugged on Shannon’s arm, pointing toward a man who had just entered the floor. Of course, it was none other than Flynn, the CEO Becca had mentioned earlier in the car, and also Shannon’s senior from years ago.

Becca guided her away from Maxime. Shannon followed but not before casting one last glance at Maxime. Her cold, determined gaze left an impression so sharp it shook even a man who thought he could never be caught off guard.

Maxime stood frozen, watching Shannon’s figure retreat into the distance, an uncomfortable feeling creeping into his chest. It was like a toy he had long ignored and dismissed, confident it would never leave, suddenly being taken by someone else.

Maxime clenched his jaw, watching where Shannon was headed, and before he realized it, he took quick steps to close the distance. Grabbing her small hand, he pulled her forcefully toward him, trying to drag her away.

Shannon was, of course, startled by Maxime’s sudden actions. She struggled to free herself, but the strength between them was clearly unequal.

“What are you doing?” Becca stepped in to intervene, but the look in Maxime’s eyes was terrifying.

Shannon could feel the simmering anger emanating from Maxime. She glanced at Becca and tried to calm her down, saying, “I’ll talk to him first.”

Becca reluctantly agreed, watching her best friend being dragged away by her ex-husband’s firm grip.

The narrow hallway behind the nightclub’s main floor was dimly lit, illuminated only by faint, flickering red neon lights. The music from the main room was muffled, barely audible through the thick walls.

Shannon followed Maxime’s firm pull, too stunned to resist immediately. When they finally stopped, Maxime turned to face her, and Shannon yanked her hand free with all her might. Her eyes burned with emotions she could no longer hide.

If this had happened in the past, she might have been thrilled to have Maxime hold her hand like this. But now, all she felt was bitterness and disdain.

Maxime stood still, momentarily at a loss for words, as if baffled by the Shannon standing before him.

“What’s wrong with you, Maxime?” Shannon asked, her voice trembling slightly from the anger she tried to contain. “What do you want from me? Why did you suddenly pull me like that?”

Her questions hit Maxime like a slap. He stared at her, trying to decipher his own thoughts. The truth? He didn’t know. That impulsive action felt like an unexplainable urge.

“I…” Maxime began, his voice so low that Shannon could barely hear him. But his words got caught in his throat. Then, as if to mask his own confusion, his face hardened, taking on a cold expression.

“You disappeared without a trace for days. Grandfather ordered me to find you.”

Shannon looked at him in disbelief. Did she mishear, or had Maxime taken the wrong medication? Since when did this man care enough to listen to Grandfather’s commands when it came to her?

Shannon scoffed and turned her face away, a mocking smile curling on her lips as she said, “You don’t care about me, Maxime. So why bother?”

Maxime let out a long sigh, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

“I don’t care about you. Grandfather made this my business, whether I wanted it or not.”

Shannon let out a bitter laugh, devoid of any joy. She was too exhausted to continue this pointless conversation with Maxime.

“Clearly, you haven’t read my messages. That’s fine, it’s nothing new. So, I’ll just tell you directly.”

She paused for a moment before continuing, her tone steady but firm. “I want a divorce. The papers are at our old house. All I need is your signature, and this will be over.”

Her words hit Maxime like a blow. For a moment, he stood frozen, staring at Shannon as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“What did you say?” Maxime finally asked, his voice cold, laced with skepticism. “You want a divorce?”

Shannon nodded without hesitation. “Yes. We both know this marriage ended a long time ago. There’s no point in pretending anymore.”

Maxime’s jaw tightened, his emotions boiling over. Anger surged within him, fueled by the feeling of being toyed with, first agreeing to marry him on her terms, and now wanting to end it the same way.

He stepped closer to Shannon, his presence suddenly overwhelming, his fists still clenched at his sides.

“You’re the one who insisted on marrying me. And now you want to end it? Do you think I’ll just go along with whatever you decide?”

The sheer force of his aura was suffocating, and Shannon couldn’t help but feel a flicker of fear. Even throughout their marriage, Maxime had never looked this furious. Back then, he simply ignored her as if she didn’t exist.

Shannon instinctively stepped back, trying to put some distance between them, but Maxime’s cold, firm hand suddenly gripped her jaw. The touch was unyielding, forcing her to lift her gaze to meet his piercing, icy eyes.

His voice was low but firm, each word emphasized with an unnerving finality. “I will not sign anything you ask for. There will be no divorce.”