That night, I made my way to the restaurant alone.

As I stood outside the private room, I could hear the people inside chatting happily.

Miles kept making Moira laugh until she couldn't help but ask Isabel where she'd found someone so funny.

Miles told her, "Isabel looks out for me a lot at work, so being nice to her family is the least I could do."

Moira chuckled. "See, now that's a good kid! Izzy, you've been married to Colin all these years. He only got famous because of you, but now he's acting all high and mighty."

Isabel's father, Ted Atkinson, chimed in, "Your mom and I have always wanted a grandchild, but there's been no sign of one even after so long. Is there something wrong with that guy?"

Outside, my fists balled up. Back when we first got married, Isabel said she wanted to maintain her model figure and was afraid having a baby would ruin it. She claimed that people bought our jewelry because of her figure, so she kept avoiding getting pregnant.

Now, it was being used as an excuse to attack me.

Miles offered, "If there's something wrong with Mr. Marsh, I can help out. As long as you're willing, Isabel…"

Moira chuckled. "Miles is a really good kid. If Izzy had met you earlier, that guy wouldn't have stood a chance."

As they chattered, Isabel's annoyed voice rang out. "Stop it. We're here to apologize to my in-laws today."

Moira quickly added, "Then I'll talk to them as well. They must want a grandchild too, right?"

"Mom, that's enough."

I let out a bitter laugh and pushed the door open.

The entire room fell silent for three whole seconds. Miles was the first to stand up. "Mr. Marsh, you're here. Do have a seat."

I ignored him and sat down.

Moira frowned. "You're getting more arrogant by the day. Now you don't even take Ted and me seriously."

Ted's brow furrowed. "I heard you destroyed Miles' design at work? You should apologize to him now so we can put this behind us."

I arched a brow. "What if I say no?"

Moira snapped, "No? Then get a divorce!"

Ted agreed. "You're not as sensible as Miles. You can't even lift a finger to help us! Now, even your basic manners are gone. What a beast!"

Moira cried, "Ah, Izzy, what have you done to deserve this?"

I coldly watched them putting on an act, while Isabel rolled her eyes. "That's enough."

She turned to me. "We can put this behind us if you apologize to Miles. You'll still be the chief design officer at the company."

Miles quickly said, "No need for that. I know Colin doesn't have bad intentions."

I clutched the divorce papers. "I won't apologize."

My provocative gaze and tone finally evoked Isabel's fury. She glared at me and declared, "Then we'll get a divorce!"

Moira chimed in, "You'll get nothing!"

I got to my feet and tossed a pile of stuff onto the table. "I get nothing?"

They were the photos Miles had sent me.

"I'm afraid that won't do. After all, your daughter cheated on me."