"Welcome to my office, Mrs. Gold-digger. How can I help you?" I started keeping a professional smile on my face.

"Says the asshat who knocked up a girl in just the 4 months of the marriage."

"How fucking dare you to talk about my personal life?" I rose to my feet, slamming my hands on the desk, sending the nearby papers on the floor.

"Oh, do you actually think that I will hear your shit without replying? Too bad, Mr. Raichand, I am not that old Jahnvi anymore," she tsked, rolling her eyes.

"I see the old money of your husband's has actually made you a little more furious," I...