Before the words could fully settle, Michael pushed up from his chair with a scrape.

Jacinda was momentarily caught off guard, stumbling several steps and barely steadying herself.

His expression turned dark, an icy demeanor enveloping him, chilling and low.

"What did you say?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and turning to her.

Jacinda had never seen him like this before, shrinking back and cautiously saying, "Rianne said you both are about to divorce."

In the next second, a loud bang echoed as Michael's pen hit the table, shattering on impact.

Jacinda swallowed hard, lips parted in an attempt to speak, but fear silenced her voice.

She watched him storm...