“Jenna, where will you live? You sold your apartment after getting married. You can stay at my house; you know the door password,” Venice suggested casually, watching Jenna close the meal box and tuck it into her jute bag. “I won’t let you live with Marcel under the same roof. You should seriously consider filing a case against him for treating you so badly all this time.”
Jenna shook her head, her expression distant, as if she were lost in thought. “I don’t want to be a burden on you. I’ve already rented an apartment,” she replied softly, her voice laced with uncertainty. “And I don’t want to file a case. I’m already stressed out as it is. But…I will use it as leverage in my divorce settlement.”
Her words felt heavy with her despair. Venice’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction, knowing th
