Vivian clutched the side of her forehead where it had struck the leg of the stool, the throbbing pain only feeding her rage.
Though still heavily drunk, Lucien spoke with startling clarity. "Fine. Let's divorce, Vivian. We'll file tomorrow."
Blood rushed to Vivian's face. "We haven't even been married a week and you already want a divorce? Do you have any idea how humiliating that would be for me?"
She shot to her feet and jabbed a finger at him. "Don't think I don't know. You're in love with that niece of yours. But what does it matter now? She's married. Do you really think she'd look at you again?"
Lucien had barely heard the rest of her words, but that single sentence cut straight into the deepest part of him. He lurched to his feet and shook his head violently. "Shut up!"
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