At that moment, Arnold’s expression turned ice-cold, a flash of murderous intent flickering between his brows.

He had made his fortune in the import-export trade, navigating the most cutthroat foreign markets. In his early days, he was a man who danced on the edge of a knife, unafraid of bloodshed.

I pressed down on his hand, giving him a subtle nod before rising to my feet. Without a word, I strode toward Hyacinth and Zavier, stopping right in front of them.

Zavier pointed at me, saying, "What, feeling exposed now? Embarrassed that I called you out?"

Hyacinth’s glare was sharp. "Tobias, do you not trust me?"

Even now, she dared to ask about trust.

"Trust?" I exhaled slowly, loosening my tie as my gaze turned glacial. "That’s irrelevant."

I looked directly at Zavier. "The real issue now is that you need to apologize to Arnold."

"Me?"

Zavier scoffed, tilting his head in amusement. "Apologize to him? Tobias, I’m Hyacinth’s special assistant, and he’s just a client of yours, a mere sales manager. Does he even deserve my apology?"

"I’ll make sure you apologize."

I nodded once as if considering his words. Then, without warning, I grabbed his hair and flung him aside with minimal effort, like tossing out the trash.

Before Zavier could regain his footing, I drove my foot into the back of his knee, forcing him to collapse onto the floor, kneeling before Arnold.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a wine bottle, shattered it against the table, and pressed the jagged edge against his face. My voice was dangerously calm. "This is your last warning. Apologize, or I’ll ruin you."

"Sorry, Mr. Tucker!"

Zavier stammered, his entire body trembling. His fear was so overwhelming that he lost control of himself, and to my utter disgust, he even wet his pants.

Arnold remained silent. He merely stood, adjusted his suit with precision, and cast me a look of admiration. "Mr. Gibson, my offer stands. Call me whenever you’re ready. I’ll leave you to settle your family matters."

With that, he left.

"Ah!"

Hyacinth shrieked and rushed to Zavier’s side, crouching beside him with wide, frantic eyes. Fury burned in her gaze as she glared at me. "Tobias, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit Zavier? Even if you’re jealous, this is too much!"

"Jealous?"

I exhaled slowly, sinking back into my chair. Taking my time, I picked up a silk napkin and wiped my hands, my movements calm, unhurried, completely indifferent.

"You misunderstand, Hyacinth. I’m not jealous. I hit him because he disrespected my client. Every connection I make is valuable, and I protect what’s mine. Nothing more, nothing less."

Even now, I felt nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.

Did I not love Hyacinth?

Of course, not.

Otherwise, why would I step aside after years of struggle, handing her the presidency of the company I built from the ground up just to preserve her pride?

But I was a rational man. The moment a marriage became tainted, I severed it without hesitation.

"Why aren’t you jealous?"

Hyacinth’s voice wavered, her expression dazed as if she couldn’t grasp the reality before her.

I cast her a cold glance. "Hyacinth, when I loved you, you were the moon in my sky. But the moment you became dirty, you were nothing more than filth in a ditch. And no one gets jealous over filth."

Her face paled. "You’re calling me filth? No, are you saying… you don’t love me anymore?"

Fear flickered in her eyes.

I lit a cigarette, exhaling as I crossed my legs. "Hyacinth, we’ve been together for seven years. You should know me by now. Even if my younger brother wore my clothes, I wouldn’t want them back. Do you think I wouldn’t be disgusted by a woman who’s been touched by someone else?"

With that, I stood up, done with this farce.

"I haven’t been touched by anyone!"

She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me from behind. Desperation seeped into her voice. "Husband, you misunderstood! Zavier and I didn’t do anything. I was just drunk; he was only helping me!"

A wave of revulsion rolled through me. My fingers slackened, letting the cigarette slip.

The ember landed on the back of her hand. With a sharp gasp, she let go.

"You were already in his arms. Do you really think an explanation still matters?"

"I’ve been drunk countless times while handling business. Have you ever seen me needing a woman’s support?"

Hyacinth’s lips trembled, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak.

"I’ll have the lawyer draft the divorce agreement. Let’s end this."

"No! I won’t sign!"

She sobbed bitterly, but her feet remained planted in place—she didn’t even dare to chase after me.

Zavier rushed to her side, his voice full of arrogance. "Hyacinth, don’t be afraid. You’re the president of the company. If he dares to cause trouble, just fire him. What’s there to fear? A useless man living off you?"

Before returning to the company, I made a call to the shareholders.

When I arrived, the shift in the employees’ gazes was impossible to miss; they were hesitant and wary, almost as if they knew something I didn’t.

I ignored it and headed straight to my office.

Torin Payne, the vice president of the sales department, hurried in, handing me his phone. His expression was grim.

On the screen was the company’s group chat.

Zavier had tagged everyone, his message glaring back at me: [Sales Manager Tobias has been fired.]

So that was why they looked at me like that.

I leaned back in my chair, tilting my head slightly. A slow smirk crept onto my lips as I asked, "Tell me, brother, whose company is this?"

Torin slammed his fist on the desk, his voice filled with frustration. "This company was running just fine, but your wife turned it into a disaster. Everyone’s talking about how you’ve been cheated on and that Zavier is acting like he owns the place. If this keeps up, my family might just pull out our shares."

I leaned back, unfazed. "I can handle it. Get back to work."

Torin hesitated, then sighed. "If you're feeling down, let’s go out for a drink."

"Why should I punish myself with alcohol? I did nothing wrong. Relax, brother. I’ve got this under control. Besides, I already spoke with your dad on my way back."

Torin studied me for a moment before nodding. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back. "By the way, Sylvie just got back from abroad. I still think you’d make a great brother-in-law."

I didn’t bother responding and went back to work.

By the time I finished my tasks, the sky had darkened. I had my driver take me home.

The moment I stepped inside, the rich aroma of food filled the air.

From the kitchen, Hyacinth’s cheerful voice rang out. "Honey? You’re home? I made all your favorite dishes. Go wash your hands."

I let out a slow, mocking chuckle.

At the entrance, a pair of men’s shoes sat neatly beside mine—Zavier’s.

Was this woman brain-dead?

She had the audacity to bring him here?

I changed my shoes and stepped inside, only to freeze at the sight before me.

Zavier stood in the kitchen, holding a piece of meat to Hyacinth’s lips. She smiled, radiant, savoring the so-called moment of intimacy.

The warmth in her eyes vanished the moment she spotted me.

"H-honey..."

Her voice trembled with panic. "Don’t misunderstand! I was just tasting the seasoning, and my hands were full, so I let Zavier help me."

“No need to explain."

My gaze swept over her—over them. Then I pulled out the divorce papers from my briefcase and placed them on the table.

"And by the way, you don’t need to call me 'husband' anymore."

Her breath hitched.

"Sign it. We’ll finalize our divorce tomorrow."

Hyacinth’s face went pale. She stared at me, disbelief clouding her eyes. "Honey… You really want to divorce me?"

"Tobias, you have no shame!"

"My Hyacinth has already lowered herself to cook for you. What more do you want?"

His glare sharpened. "I even personally came here to apologize! What else do you want? Don’t push your luck!"

Hearing that, I let out a low, amused laugh.

I shrugged off my suit jacket, unfastened my watch, and slowly loosened my tie, my movements unhurried. My gaze locked onto him, cold and indifferent.

"Zavier, do you really think you're that important?"

"You call this an apology?" I scoffed. "Do you think your apology has any value?"

"And what makes you think you're any better than me?"

"I'm the president’s special assistant—second only to one, but above thousands."

"What do you think you are? You're just a sales manager!"

"If you weren’t Hyacinth's husband, you wouldn't even be qualified to speak to me!"

With that, he lunged at me.

I barely lifted a foot before he stumbled backward, but the fool wasn’t done. Gritting his teeth, he charged again, this time seizing my arm in a death grip.

"Hit me," he hissed under his breath. "The more you hit me, the more pathetic you'll look in Hyacinth’s eyes. Once you two get divorced, I’ll take your place!"

I chuckled, suddenly losing interest in fighting him. Instead, I patted his shoulder, my tone laced with mockery.

"Kid, have you been binging too many brain-dead TV dramas? Do you really think the world of the rich is a game?"

"What do you mean?"

I shook my head, smiling as if he were a clueless child. "In that case, let’s bring everyone together and have a little chat."

Not long after, Hyacinth’s entire family arrived.

Her parents had always treated me well.

Even though I hadn’t been born into privilege, I had built my own fortune from the ground up. Everything I had, I earned without a single favor from the Duncan family.

Because of this, Hyacinth’s parents had always held me in high regard.

"Tobias, what’s going on here?"

Her father rubbed his hands together, his face tense with unease after hearing about the divorce.

I gestured toward Hyacinth and Zavier. "They’re tangled up with each other. This guy even tried to provoke me into hitting him, thinking I’d look bad in Hyacinth’s eyes. He wanted me to divorce her so he could take my place."

The moment those words left my mouth, her father’s expression darkened like a brewing storm.

Her mother turned to Zavier and scoffed. "A useless man like you, scheming your way up the social ladder with cheap tricks? You actually think you deserve it?"

Her father’s jaw clenched. "I’d rather disown my daughter than let the likes of you into this family!"

Just then, Rohan Duncan arrived—my brother-in-law.

Judging by his cold expression, he already knew everything. He barely spared Zavier a glance before turning to me.

"Brother-in-law, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he disappears."

Zavier paled. Panic flickered in his eyes as he turned to Hyacinth. "Say something!"

But Hyacinth didn’t even look at him.

Tears streaked down her face as she clutched my arm, her voice trembling. "Husband, I really know I was wrong. Please… please give me another chance."

Unwilling to accept it, Zavier snapped, "I refuse to accept this! Tobias and I both came from nothing; why does your family embrace him but not me?"

"Listen carefully!"

"When my brother-in-law was in college, he had already started his own business. Even when his company was small, he refused a single cent of help from us."

"Later, when his business flourished, he willingly stepped down as CEO just to give my sister status!"

"We all witnessed him claw his way from nothing to where he stands today."

"And you?"

"What are you?"

"You seduce a married woman and think that’s your ticket to the top?"

Rohan scoffed. "Let me tell you something that will make you lose all hope: even if my sister were foolish enough to marry you, the Duncan family fortune would never have anything to do with you. Don’t forget, I am the rightful heir!"

Zavier’s face turned ashen, despair sinking into his eyes. Hyacinth didn’t say a word in his defense.

I studied him for a moment before speaking. "The wealthy don’t tolerate fools. No matter the social class, a man with no ability who tries to take shortcuts will always be a failure."

With that, I turned to the Duncan family. "This divorce is final."

Though they looked helpless, they could only take Hyacinth away for now.

I could see it; she didn’t want a divorce. But realizing her mistake now? It was far too late.

As for whether I would feel sad about it?