Jacques knew exactly how he felt about Vivian.
"Vivian, I don't want you to misunderstand, so I need to make something clear. There's no future for us," Jacques said firmly.
"I've never considered divorcing Sheila," he added confidently. "She's just throwing a tantrum right now, but no matter what it takes, I'll bring her back to me."
Vivian's earlier words were merely a test, but she hadn't expected this result.
Hatred burned in her heart—she wished Sheila would drop dead right now. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Despite this, her face remained gentle and understanding.
Vivian chuckled lightly. "Come on, Jacques, I was just joking. Why are you getting so worked up? I saw you looked a little troubled earlier and didn't know how to comfort you,
