Chapter 130

The legal counsel struggled to keep his composure, inwardly reeling as the gossip he'd overheard was confirm ed as fact. The woman the office had whispered about for years-the so-called CEO's mistress-was, in reality,his legal wife.

"Vincent, I told you already, there's no need for a new divorce agreement. We'll stick tothe old one,"

Hannah declared, her voice unyielding. "Bring the documents and come to the courthouse with me."

A shadow flickered across Vincent's face. The way she pushed for a clean break gnawed at him.

"We're not rushing this," Vincent stated, his tone steady but brooking no argument. "Your divorce agreement is far too harsh on you. We're doing it over."

Hannah remembered how swiftly she and the attorney had thrown together the first draft last time. It was just past nine now-if they moved fast, she could still file for a divorce today and get her divorce decree soon. She gave in with a small sigh. "AIl right. How long do you need? An hour?"

The legal counsel shot a nervous,look at Vincent, his voice unsteady as he replied, "An hour? That's not possible, I'm afraid."

Hannah folded her arms across her chest, her gaze unwavering. "Then give me an estimate. How long?"

The legal counsel hesitated, finally raising three fingers.

"Three hours..." Hannah muttered, glancing down at her phone to check the time. "That's doable. I can work with that."

Vincent let out a sharp, deliberate cough.

The legal counsel instantly straightened, his tone suddenly forceful. "Three days! It'll take at least three days to sort through all of Mr. Jones' assets."

A chill settled over Hannah's features. "In that case, forget drafting anything new. Vincent, you're coming with me to the courthouse.Right now."

Three days? She wouldn't wait even one.

Vincent's expression never wavered. "The agreement needs to be rewritten. After eight years together, I refuse to let you walk away with less than you deserve."

"Come on! Drop the act. Just go through the divorce with me for that damn divorce decree. That's all the fairness I need!" Hannah shot back, every syllable cutting to the point.

His jaw clenched, eyes steely. "If there's no new agreement, there's no filing for divorce. You'll just have to wait."

"I won't accept that," Hannah countered, sharp and unyielding.

Vincent didn't budge, his voice brooking no argument. "That's final."

She met his stare, frustration flickering in her gaze. "You might have all the time in the world, but what about Brinley? Do you seriously want to keep her dangling?"

Vincent shot her a sidelong look. "This divorce is between you and me. Brinley's got nothing to do with it."

Hannah pressed her lips together, refusing to dignify him with another word. Vincent might verbally distance himself from Brinley, but things between them couldn't be untangled with words alone.

The tension between Vincent and Hannah hung heavy in the air, each refusing to yield.

A sudden ping broke the silence-Felix's name lit up Hannah's phone. She paused, eyes flickering over the screen.

Vincent wanted to get her to sit down and hash out the divorce terms-maybe even share dinner later,pretend for one more night that they could talk things through.

But before he could get a word out, Hannah turned and strode away. She left without a glance back, no explanation, no goodbye.

His breath caught in his chest, uncertain if it was rage or something far sharper. For once, he was the one left behind, watching her vanish without warning or excuse. The tables had turned. And the sting of it was almost more than he could stand.

Hannah's phone buzzed with a message from Felix-Nova Tech was in crisis, and he needed to see her immediately.

She slipped out of Vincent's office, only to cross paths with Clive as he sauntered out of the break room.

Their eyes met for a brief second-just enough time for him to toss a cutting remark over his shoulder."Some people can throw themselves at any man they like, but it won't change a thing. A mistress stays a mistress, no matter how hard she pretends to be the rightful spouse."

Normally, Hannah would've brushed off his nonsense if he kept his voice low, but every venomous word rang out, deliberate and sharp. She stopped and turned to face him, her voice steady."Are you talking about me?"

Clive barely bothered to glance her way. "What if I am? You're no better than your parents-always grasping for something that's never going to belong to you."

Fury hardened in her eyes. So, it-was indeed Clive who'd spouted nonsense in front of her parents and made her father faint due to fury.

Without hesitation, Hannah marched up to him, snatched his steaming coffee from his hand, and poured it straight down his head.