Chapter 2

The memory snaps, and I force myself to bury those beautiful moments.

I push down the bitterness rising in my throat and sharpen my voice. "Cameron, I want a divorce."

Long minutes pass, and Cameron remains silent, offering no reaction.

I've always hated his silent treatment. I turn around and head upstairs to pack my things.

Half an hour later, as I'm dragging my suitcase toward the door, Cameron finally moves. He blocks my path with his arm.

"Rebecca Powell, you're throwing away a marriage over the password of my tablet?"

It's been a long time since he called me by my full name. I take a deep breath and look him in the eye. "Yes."

His frown deepens. Maybe he's thinking about the baby in my womb, because his tone softens slightly. "Rebecca, let me explain."

I don't plan on giving him another chance, but I'm curious to see what kind of lies he'll spin.

"The girl's project pitch passed the board of directors. She didn't want a bonus. She told me she hadn't played games in a long time and asked to use my tablet for a few rounds. So I agreed. The password has been changed back. It was a minor thing, Becca. I've already talked to her, and she knows she was wrong. She even said she'd come by to apologize to you in person."

"Be the bigger person. Don't make things difficult for a girl who just graduated. I promise, I won't have any contact with her outside of work."

I catch the hidden meaning immediately. "Cameron, you're already protecting her? Do you see me as some malicious, jealous wife now? You two are 'innocent,' I'm the one being unreasonable?"

"Becca, that's not what I meant."

I let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "I don't care what you meant. I'm getting this divorce. As for the baby... I haven't decided yet. But don't worry, even if I have it, I won't use it to blackmail you."

I leave it at that, pushing past him and walking out of the villa. The staff are terrified, none of them daring to stop me.

I take an Uber back to the Powell estate.

I expected my parents to support me once they heard the story. The reality is the exact opposite.

My father, Josh, chainsmokes one cigarette after another. "Rebecca, it's not that we don't want you to be happy, but our business relies entirely on Cameron's investment. If you divorce him, he'll divest, and the Powell Group will be underwater by morning."

My mother, Lailah, wearing an expensive face mask, scolds me for being ungrateful. "Cameron has been wonderful to you. He's a provider. Don't be impulsive and hand him over to another woman on a silver platter." Even if he did have a little fun on the side, there's no such thing as 'true love' in the elite world. Marrying into the Lee family was the luckiest thing that ever happened to you."

It all boils down to one word: profit.

Over the years, my father's poor management has brought the company to the brink of bankruptcy multiple times. Cameron saved it every single time.

I thought I would be devastated. I thought I would scream. But I feel nothing.

I look at them calmly and ask, "So, what do you want me to do?"

Josh crushes his cigarette in the ashtray. "I've already texted Cameron since you arrived. He's on his way. Go back with him and be a good wife. Stop running home every time you're upset; it makes us look like a joke."

Lailah chimes in. "Listen to your father, Rebecca. We only want what's best for you. Ah, also, Leo has his eye on a piece of land owned by the Lees. Make sure you mention it to Cameron. Ask him to do Leo a favor."

There it is.

The reason I was raised as a bargaining chip was Leo Powell. My brother. The Golden Child.