Audrey's call came unexpectedly.

Victor was in the middle of a quarterly earnings meeting when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID, his brow instantly furrowing.

"What do you want?" he answered, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Audrey's icy voice cut through the line: "It's important."

Victor scoffed. "I'm busy. Make an appointment with my secretary."

"Get here within the hour, or I'll expose all your affairs." Every word she spoke was laced with venom.

His face darkened. "You wouldn't dare!"

The call ended with a sharp click.

Audrey set down her phone and turned to Sophia with a gentle smile. "Go ahead home, dear. Victor and I have unfinished business."

Sophia hesitated. "Let me stay and help."

"No need." Audrey massaged her temples. "This is personal."

As Sophia stood to leave, Audrey stopped her. "Wait." She walked to the display shelf holding a wedding gown. "Take this with you."

Sophia shook her head. "I won't be needing it."

"I promised you this dress." Audrey began dismantling the gown with determined hands.

Together, they carefully folded the delicate fabric.

An assistant arrived promptly, expertly packing the gown into a protective case before escorting Sophia to the parking lot.

Thirty minutes later.

Victor stormed into Audrey's office like a hurricane.

She didn't look up from her design sketches.

"I'm busy," Victor growled, loosening his tie as he dropped into a chair. "Make it quick."

Audrey closed her laptop. "When are you signing the divorce papers?"

"When you agree to walk away with nothing," he sneered.

"Dream on." Her gaze sharpened like a blade.

Victor tossed a manila envelope onto the desk. "Take a look at these photos. You're the guilty party here."

Audrey opened it and paled. "You had me followed?"

"Standard investigation." He pulled out a photo. "This male designer was in your room until 3 AM. Care to explain?"

"We were working on designs." Her voice could freeze hell.

Victor slammed the table. "Why not hire a female designer?"

"Your secretaries are all women," she shot back.

"They don't visit my room at midnight!"

"You're being ridiculous, Victor!"

He lit a cigarette and blew smoke in her face. "Leave everything behind if you want the divorce."

Audrey waved away the smoke. "You're disgusting."

"Takes one to know one." His smirk was cruel. "You used to be so soft. Now you're just cold stone."

"Unlike you—fathering bastards before marriage and cheating after!" Her voice trembled.

"Prove it." Victor flicked ash casually.

"I've met that woman and your child!"

"Baseless accusations." He leaned back, enjoying her anger.

Audrey grabbed her coffee cup and flung the scalding liquid at his face.

"Ahhh!" Victor howled, bolting for the restroom.

Cold water gushed as he frantically rinsed his burning skin.

Audrey leaned against the doorway, smirking.

"Get me burn cream!" he roared. "My face is company property!"

"Retirement would suit you." Her tone was light.

Victor glared through dripping hair. "Want Ethan to take over? Then start being nice to me."

Audrey picked up the showerhead and unleashed an icy blast directly at him.

"Nice enough for you?"

Water streamed down his ruined suit.

"Crazy bitch!" He wiped his face. "Holding onto ancient history!"

"Was your bastard child ancient history too?" She turned off the water.

Victor checked his reflection—his face was lobster-red. "Damn this cursed day!"

He stormed out, using his sleeves to shield his face from employees.

Lobby, first floor.

Too busy hiding his face to watch where he was going—

CRASH!

He walked straight into a glass wall.

SHATTER!

The heavy pane landed squarely on his foot.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" Victor hopped on one leg, his face contorted in agony.