"Davina," Camille said as she walked into the lawyer's office, "I implore you to prepare the divorce documents for me."Davina raised an eyebrow, casting doubt on Camille's intentions. "You claim he is always at home, working as a househusband. I believe he loves you deeply, so why seek a divorce?"Camille settled in the chair, disregarding her best friend's opinion. "Please, just prepare the divorce documents. Just in case I need them later.""Do you think my office is a place to have fun? I have dealt with countless absurd divorce cases. Don't make your divorce the most foolish one I have encountered," Davina said, focused on the computer screen, ignoring her best friend's request."If I provide you with a serious reason, will you assist me in obtaining a divorce?" Camille inquired."We'll see."Meanwhile, at home, Damian paused, gazing at their exquisitely displayed wedding photo. "My wife still possesses the same beauty she did three years ago.”Damian attention was diverted as th

"Where are you taking me?" Damian looked at Davina, his confusion evident as she urged him to accompany her to the building across from the jazz bar. Obligingly, Damian followed her to the apartment building."If I can't finish mine, you should at least finish yours," Davina broke the silence with a firm statement."What do you mean?" Damian questioned, still at a loss as to Davina's intent.Without further explanation, Davina strode into the top-floor apartment unit. Damian complied, removing his shoes and slipping on the pink slippers from the shoe rack. He couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be the first man ever invited into Davina's living space."Please, have a seat on the sofa. What beverage would you prefer?" Davina busied herself in the fridge, preparing a drink.As Damian settled onto the sofa, he examined the modest interior of Davina's studio apartment. Its compact size allowed him to take in the entirety of the space with a single glance. However, one object captur

Without uttering a single word, Camille delivered a resounding slap to Damian's face, her anger boiling over. The source of her frustration? Damian had shamelessly claimed to be her husband in front of her coworkers, and Marcel's presence made the humiliation all the worse."Do you not remember my current position at the office?" Camille snapped, her voice dripping with contempt."I am a finance manager. Did you purposefully come to the office to embarrass me? I explicitly told you to avoid such behavior. Are you deaf?"Reflexively, Damian held his stinging cheek, the force of Camille's slap reverberating.His jaw dropped, eyes wide with disbelief. "Did you truly just slap me?""Do you want me to do it again?" Camille raised her hand, poised to repeat the act."You are the first person who has dared to touch me."Camille let out a bitter laugh, mockery lacing her words. "Should I be proud?""After witnessing this riveting spectacle, you can decide if pride is warranted."Damian played

"Was I truly so naïve in those days? Even now, I struggle to comprehend how I could have once loved Camille. Perhaps I was deluded," Damian mused, his thoughts drifting back to a time of lost innocence. In the beginning, Damian's suspicions festered, convinced Camille was unfaithful due to his shortcomings as a man and husband. However, as the truth unfolded, it became painfully clear that Camille had never harbored genuine feelings for Damian. She had played with his emotions from the very start. Since their divorce, Damian's life had revolved around the confines of the opulent mansion, dedicated to immersing himself in the study of the company. WW Technology, a colossal enterprise valued at a staggering 100 billion dollars, demanded his utmost attention and caution as he prepared to face the challenges that lay before him. A soft knock echoed through Damian's workroom, followed by the graceful entrance of Atlantis. With a proud gleam, Atlantis beheld the documents spread before D

"Revenge?" Davina inquired with a determined glint in his eyes. "Yes, revenge," Damian affirmed. "You witnessed firsthand the upheaval my marriage caused. I believe you'll comprehend why I seek retribution on both Camille and Marcel." Davina nonchalantly chewed her food, her thoughts focused on the flavors dancing on her palate, rendering her unable to engage in Damian's conversation fully. "I understand your motive regarding Camille, but as far as I know, you and Marcel have no connection," she pondered aloud. Accepting Davina's lack of interest, Damian allowed her to savor her bento dinner in solitude. Observing her enthusiastic consumption, he couldn't bring himself to touch his meal. "Eat slowly, and I’ll never steal your dinner. If you eat in a rush, you might suffer from a stomachache," Damian advised, extending a tissue as he noticed a hint of food residue staining Davina's lips. Davina gently wiped her mouth with the tissue, her tone laced with appreciation. "It's been q