"I don't need the Monroe Group to manage you," Lyon stated, his voice cold.

Jack's expression darkened. He snarled. "Sofia and I are wedded. What happens between us is none of your business."

"Even as her husband, you have no right to force her to do something she doesn't want to do," Lyon said, his voice stern. In any case, it wouldn't be long before Jack and I were divorced.

The two of us glared at one another, the hostility between us as dense as a fog, the air surrounding us seeming to drop in temperature.

"Jack, leave me be. I'm never going to agree to what you just proposed,...