18. The Bet

Chapter Eighteen

Damon stumbled into the house, his presence reeking of alcohol, holding a bottle of wine loosely in one hand.

His shirt was wrinkled, and his hair disheveled. He looked around with bleary eyes, a lazy grin plastered on his face.

“Well, well, well,” he slurred, swaggering toward them.

“I’ve come to claim my wife. I hear there’s been a little bet, huh? Henry said he’d divorce you, Jasmine, if you didn’t get that contract.” He chuckled darkly.

“Guess what? I’m here to pick you up. Let’s not waste any more time, darling.”

Stella, sitting on the couch, burst into laughter. Her cruel, sharp laughter echoed through the room, adding fuel to the already tense atmosphere. “Oh, Damon, this is just too good!” she said, wiping away fake tears.

“Imagine, Jasmine, thinking she could ever win a contract like that. How pathetic.”

Jasmine stood up, her eyes blazing with fury. Her hands clenched into tight fists by her side. She stared at Damon with disgust.

“Get out of he