Chapter 24

"Please, my love... We've been married four years. Even if you did betray me... I forgive you. Because... my love is real. Just... don't be so cruel to me..."

"I wasn't asking for much. Just the smallest firm under your name. You can't divorce me and leave me with nothing, can you? I'll starve!"

"I'll bless your new love... I'll disappear quietly for your sake! I won't disturb you—I just want you happy!"

Vivian's performance was flawless. Tears streamed down her face, the perfect picture of a wronged wife. The live chat exploded with outrage as viewers ate it up.

[What a monster! Nathaniel Blackwood really is as heartless as they say! How can he treat her like this?!]

[Men like him deserve to burn! That firm is nothing to him!]

[Scum! Him and that mistress should rot!]

[Unfollowing now! All men are trash! Wasted good looks on a devil!]

Nathaniel was seething. He didn’t even have time to question how she’d hacked into the company’s official account. All he wanted was to shut this down.

"End this now!" he snarled.

Vivian ignored him, keeping the camera trained on his furious face as she sobbed.

"Darling, please don’t shout at me. Don’t blame me... I had no choice but to negotiate like this!"

"My parents are gone... I’m alone in this world. I can’t fight your family. The only people who’ll listen... are the ones watching right now."

The unspoken threat was clear—she wouldn’t stop streaming until he signed the papers.

"Hand it over!" Nathaniel growled, lunging for her phone.

Vivian dodged effortlessly.

"What are you doing, darling? Let’s talk this through. No need for violence! And mind your image—we’re live!"

"You think that was rough?" He closed the distance, seizing her wrists with a dangerous smirk. "Let me show you real roughness."

He yanked her against him, their bodies colliding.

The phone clattered to the floor, camera pointed at the ceiling. The audience was left to wildly speculate what was happening between them.

[Where’d they go?! What’s happening?!]

[Divorce? More like foreplay!]

[Are we seriously getting this for free?!]

[Oh my god, they’re totally making up right now!]

Vivian hadn’t expected this. Her face burned as she struggled. "Nathaniel Blackwood! We’re live!"

"My reputation’s already ruined. Might as well enjoy myself." His grip tightened as he whispered against her ear, breath hot.

After years of marriage, he’d never realized how intoxicating she was—her scent, the way she melted against him. He didn’t want to let go.

But Vivian’s heart was ice.

Once, she’d dreamed of his touch. Now? She’d rather break her own arm than stay in his embrace.

"You don’t care about your image? Fine." She inhaled sharply—then screamed.

"AH! Darling, stop hitting me! PLEASE!"

"I’ll drop everything! I’ll obey! Just don’t hurt me!"

"HELP! Someone call the police! He’s going to kill me!"

Nathaniel froze, all warmth vanishing.

This woman... is ruthless.

Just then, the office doors burst open—a furious crowd storming in.