I pretended not to have heard him.
“You can’t pretend everything the media says is a lie, you know,” I said.
There was a flicker of hesitancy in Samuel’s face, but he said nothing.
I stared at him stubbornly.
Once, I went with him to a dinner party, and the media took pictures of us, so he admitted that we were married.
But on the day of the concert, he had said those words in public and had shown me no respect at all.
The newspapers were saying that Mia was a homewrecker, and Samuel looked down on my family because my brother and I
had only had each other to rely on for survival.
Samuel’s company had not responded to those articles.
This was why he had not gone to the courthouse. He was protecting Mia.
I could no longer keep my cool and cried.
Samuel pinched the center of his brows in frustration.
“This isn’t the time for us to get a divorce. You saw the news. Mia can’t be called a homewrecker!”
“But she is!” I cried out hoarsely.
Samuel glared at me.
“I knew her earlier than I did you. You’re the homewrecker here.”
My nails dug into my palms. Never in my dreams would I have expected Samuel to call me a homewrecker. I was his wife!
“I trust that you will work together with the company’s PR. Your brother still needs treatment, doesn’t he?”
I was stunned. I stared at him in disbelief as tears streamed down my face.
Samuel knew that Cole Wilson, my younger brother, was my only family left, and he was using Cole, who had leukemia, to threaten me.
What he did not know was that I had contacted a hospital abroad for Cole, and I was going to transfer him over today.
I pretended to agree with Samuel.
“Alright.”
Samuel sighed in relief.
He took out his phone eagerly and made a call.
