Chapter 6

Cassandra's face flushed with anger as she glared at Henry, her voice cold and demanding. "Who are you?! How dare you speak to me so rudely?!"

"I don't care who you are, but if you raise your hand against Young Master Brandon again, you'll have yourself to blame!"Henry replied calmly, unfazed by her rude outburst. Having been in the circle for a long time, he was most familiar with these kinds of people and had long learned how to deal with them.

As he was about to continue his argument with Cassandra, Brandon cleared his throat awkwardly, silently asking Henry to leave the situation for him to handle.

A small chuckle escaped Cassandra's lips as she smiled at the two mockingly. "Young Master? You call this pauper a young master? You can't be serious! I bought everything he has on him! He has nothing to his name, and he's been busy proclaiming himself as a young master." She asked with a raised voice, attracting the attention of the passersby.

Dean, who had accompanied her, stood aside, watching the scene unfold. His eyes flickered at Henry every once in a while, trying to remember where he had met the man before the previous night.

He had noticed Henry's presence the night before at the club but had paid little attention to him at the time. Consumed by his eagerness to execute his mischievous plans, he never asked whom the man had followed to his private party.

His opinion of the man further hit a new low after seeing him hanging out with such a lowborn. He gave Henry a once-over and immediately noticed the brandless clothes he had on. Dean scoffed and continued to look on, already deciding within himself that he was just a peasant like Brandon.

Brandon let out a frustrated sigh as he looked down at Cassandra, his eyes clear and devoid of any emotions that could betray his thoughts. In truth, he couldn't even pinpoint what he was feeling at the moment. The pain that was supposed to be there after such betrayal was strangely absent, replaced by a deep sense of numbness.

A numbness caused by a rollercoaster of emotions hitting him all at once.

He felt nothing as he watched the woman to whom he had dedicated the past five years of his life disgrace and embarrass him in front of strangers.

"I won't be apologizing to him if that's why you're here. I did nothing wrong; you should be the one apologizing to me!" Brandon spoke calmly, but Cassandra's eyes twitched in annoyance.

Her plans after getting caught the night before had been to provoke Brandon until he asked for a divorce or lost his temper and got himself into trouble. Her scheme had been set in motion when Brandon was getting beaten up by Dean and his bodyguards, but someone had tipped off the police, forcing them to leave before she could achieve her goals.

Not only had she lost the opportunity to break things off with him once and for all, but she had also spent the night in a cell after getting caught by the police. The officer had insisted that the person who had asked for their arrest had refused bail.

They weren't even allowed to make calls until that morning, when they were suddenly released without any explanation. All of this frustration had built up inside Cassandra, and as soon as she saw Brandon, she could no longer hold it back.

"I'm trying to help you here! Why are you being ridiculous and stubborn? Are you still going on about your non-existent male pride?" She spat out, her face contorting with disgust.

"Don't joke around; apologize to Young Master Dean for the embarrassment, or you'll go to jail for assault," she threatened with a smug expression, prompting Henry to step into the scene once again.

Henry interjected, "If he'll go to jail for a slap, then your lover would rot in jail for his assault on the young master's body." Cassandra's face flushed with anger upon hearing his words, and she turned to Dean for help.

The young master, who had been casually enjoying the show by the side, smirked and stepped forward.

"You don't have to apologize to me," Dean said arrogantly. "You just have to sign the divorce papers and leave Cassandra alone. It's either that or you'll serve a jail term for slapping me." He threatened.

Brandon let out a deep breath as his eyes found Cassandra hiding behind the young master. He felt a pang of disappointment set in as he noticed the digest in her as she stared pointedly at him.

"It's obvious you never loved me," he voiced out with a self-depreciating chuckle. "I was so blind I couldn't see it. All those ridiculous conditions you brought after our marriage were just to make sure the public didn't know we were married, wasn't it?" He asked, and Cassandra sneered with an eye roll.

"It was painful pretending to love you when I didn't. I can't believe it took you this long before you realized that. Do you know what people will say if they hear that the princess of the Wellton family got married to you? A pauper?" She asked mockingly.

"I would be the joke of the whole city! That's why I made sure to place those conditions! I wouldn't want my reputation to get ruined because of you," she added with a glare, and Brandon nodded as he felt every stab of the icy arrows of her words stab him in the heart.

"If you never loved me, What marry me?" He asked curiously, wanting a close friend for himself so that he could move on with his life without asking whys and hows.

"I just used you to set off the marriage proposal my parents had for me. You were a means to achieve my goals, and I didn't expect you to fall so much for me. How pathetic."

Hearing her words, Brandon nodded and turned to leave. "You can get the divorce papers ready; I'll sign them."