His voice turned colder.
“I never gave her a divorce. My mom betrayed me.”
Gregory let out a short laugh, then smirked. “Anyway, you never wanted to marry anyone, right? So if she marries someone else—like Neymar—wouldn’t that clear the path for you?”
Magnus’s head snapped up.
Anger exploded across his face.
Before anyone could react—
He leaned forward and punched Gregory straight in the face.
“Why don’t you let your girlfriend marry him, you bastard?”
Gregory’s head whipped to the side. He sucked in a sharp breath before immediately swinging back.
“I don’t even have a girlfriend!” he shot back, punching Magnus. “But I’d treat her better than you treated your wife!”
Magnus didn’t dodge.
The punch landed hard against his face. Blood split across his lip.
His head snapped to the side—
Then his body went slack.
The next second, he collapsed back in his chair, unconscious.
“What the hell, Gregory?!” Harold shot to his feet, panicked, rushing to Magnus’s side.
Gregory stood up too, shock written all over his face. “I didn’t even hit him that hard! He literally moved into my fist like he wanted to get hit!”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“This guy’s insane. What the hell is going on in his head?”
“Magnus? Magnus!” Harold shook him, trying to wake him.
No response.
“Shit,” Gregory cursed. “Let’s take him to the hospital.”
***
In the middle of the night, Sophia’s phone rang on the bedside table.
She groaned softly, shifting under the blankets. Her hand fumbled blindly until she grabbed the phone and brought it to her ear.
“Hello…” she muttered sleepily.
“Sophia?” Gregory’s voice came through, tense. “It’s me—Gregory.”
Her eyes snapped open.
She pushed herself upright, brushing her hair back. “Gregory? What’s wrong?” Her voice was rough, still thick with sleep.
“Can you come to the hospital?” he said quickly. “Magnus is injured. He’s in the emergency room right now. I don’t want to worry Mrs. Graves, but I really need—”
