Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!

"Lucy, you've truly trampled on my dignity!" Amora's voice quivered with restrained fury.

She strode swiftly, cutting through the crowd of party guests. Her heels struck the marble floor with sharp echoes, while the music that had once filled the hall fell into sudden silence the moment she reached the center of the podium. All heads turned at once.

"Hey, look! A fat woman wants to join our party," one guest sneered mockingly.

Whispers spread quickly. Disgusted glances swept over Amora's body, as if her very presence were an embarrassment.

Lucy, standing elegantly in her glittering designer dress, curved her lips into a scornful smile. She stepped slowly toward Amora, her gaze brimming with triumph.

"Where is Vicktor?" Amora demanded, her voice cold yet firm.

The atmosphere froze for a heartbeat before someone called out loudly, "Did I hear that right? This woman is looking for your lover, Lucy?"

Small jeers followed.

"Aren't you ashamed? Just look at yourself... like a pig weighing a hundred kilos!"

"I'm sure no CEO would ever be desperate enough to date her. Compared to Lucy, the difference is like heaven and earth!"

Laughter exploded, filling the room. Some covered their noses in mock disgust, others whispered as their eyes darted to her with open disdain.

Amora's face flushed-not with shame, but with rage. Her fists clenched tightly, her teeth grinding. She fixed her gaze directly on Lucy, who stood only a few steps away.

Lucy leaned closer, her voice a venomous whisper. "You should know your place, Amora. Vicktor only pitied you... nothing more."

"Stop toying with me, Lucy!" Amora's voice erupted, startling a few guests into silence. "I didn't come here to be mocked. I came to confront that bastard of a man."

Lucy chuckled softly and patted Amora's shoulder as if belittling her. "Then show me, fat woman. Can you really fight me?"

The party air thickened with tension. All eyes were now fixed on the two women facing off.

Moments later, Vicktor appeared, standing by Lucy's side. He wasn't nervous like the day before, as if his relationship with Lucy was nothing to hide.

His expression was relaxed, his lips curving into a sweet smile that stabbed straight into Amora's heart.

"Hello, Amora. Finally, you've come home," he said gently, as though no sin had ever stained his hands.

When his hand reached out to caress Amora's cheek, she slapped it away with force.

"Don't touch me!" she spat, her voice thick with hatred.

To Amora, Vicktor was repulsive now. Ever since the affair was exposed, she wouldn't even let him brush against her.

"Don't you dare play games with me, Vicktor!" Amora's voice trembled with suppressed rage. "The Shane Group belongs to my family! Not to you!"

The crowd stirred in confusion. The overweight woman before them claimed to own Shane Group-the company they all knew belonged to Vicktor, Lucy's lover.

But Vicktor merely chuckled, his gaze cold and challenging.

"Amora, Shane Group did belong to your family... but that was the past. Now every asset of the company-even your parents' house-belongs to me."

"You bastard!" Amora snapped, her hand flying toward his face to slap away the fire burning inside her.

But Vicktor was faster. He caught her wrist, gripping it tightly.

"What is it? You want to lash out at me? Hit me? Scratch me? Or choke me until my neck snaps?" His voice rose, his eyes narrowing. "One thing you need to remember, Amora: I spent ten years building Shane Group. Without me, your family would've crumbled long ago!"

Amora stared at him in disbelief. Vicktor was ruthless, indifferent to the wounds he inflicted.

"You... you really have no heart, Vicktor!" Her voice shook with anguish. She fought back her tears, refusing to let him-or anyone watching-see her break.

But Vicktor only stepped closer, lowering himself until their faces aligned. "A heart? I threw mine away a long time ago, Amora."

She froze, her body trembling between rage and despair. For the first time, she felt utterly cornered by the man she had once trusted with all her soul. Even her purest love meant nothing to him.

"Enough, Amora. Accept your defeat. You weren't invited to this party. Leave now!" Lucy snapped, unwilling to let her celebration be ruined.

Amora could no longer contain her fury. She lunged toward Lucy, shoving her shoulder with all her might. "This is my house! You're the ones who should leave!" she shouted, her voice quivering with pain.

Lucy staggered back, her eyes widening in shock that Amora dared touch her. "You crazy woman!" Lucy snapped, ready to strike back.

But before she could, Vicktor intervened. He seized Amora's arm, yanking her away from Lucy with brutal force. His face hardened, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Amora! Don't you dare lay a hand on Lucy!" he roared, making the room quake with tension.

Amora froze, stunned by his words. Her body shook, her eyes burning as tears threatened to fall. "You... you're defending her, Vick?" her voice cracked.

"Silence!" Vicktor snapped, then pointed toward the door. "I won't let this argument drag on. Leave this house now, Amora. We're getting a divorce!"

The words sliced into Amora's heart like a blade. All this time, she had tried to hold on, to fight for their marriage. But reality was merciless-her own husband had chosen to defend his mistress before everyone.

The room fell silent. Only Lucy's satisfied smile remained as she savored Amora's ruin.

Amora pulled the ring from her finger and placed it firmly in Vicktor's palm. Her body trembled slightly as she locked eyes with her husband, her voice wavering yet filled with iron resolve.

"Our marriage is over. But remember this, Vick... the universe will not stand idle. My downfall will mark the beginning of yours. I'll make sure you regret this for the rest of your life."

Without waiting for a reply, Amora turned sharply. Her steps echoed fast and heavy as she left her own house, leaving behind a suffocating tension that wrapped around everyone present.