Michael had always been proud and self-assured, and the word "substitute" was enough to shatter a person's pride and dignity.

"Is that so?" he persisted, unwilling to give up.

Rianne lowered her gaze and replied coolly, "It doesn't matter anymore; we're going to get divorced anyway."

Michael tightened his grip on her wrist, his lips barely moving as he spoke, "Rianne, how shameless can you be? Marcus already has a fiancée, and you still have the nerve to try and break them up like before?"

His words were especially hurtful, but Rianne's expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction.

She continued to feed him with the spoon, repeating the same motion...