Page 16 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

“Come with me,” I said, extending a hand towards Jenny.

Chen sneered, stepping between us. “Get the fuck out. This is none of your business.”

“I hate you!” Jenny shrieked. Her body trembled as tears streamed down her face. She flung a jewelry box against the wall, shards scattering across the floor. “Why do you always do this to me.”

“Honey, I love you.” Chen said, his tone oozing a forced sweetness.

“Lies. All you care about is your reputation.”

“Of course, I care about you. You’re my wife.”

“And what about your mistresses? You think I don’t know about them?”

“They mean nothing. All they get is money and a dirty fuck.”

Jenny laughed bitterly, her voice cracking. “I should never have believed you. All you do is hurt me.”

Chen’s face darkened. “Don’t be ungrateful. What about the life I gave you? The jewelry, designer bags, the surgeries to keep you young and beautiful?”

“Same goes for your whores.”

“But I come home to you. You get to be Mrs. Chen.”

“I’ve heard enough,” she spat.

Her eyes found mine. “Jenny, let’s go already.”

“She’s my wife. You have no right to take her.”

“I’m not taking her,” I said coldly. “You’re the one who took her by force, remember? She’s leaving if she wants to.”

Chen’s face twisted in rage. “She belongs to me. She’s my wife, my property. I can do whatever I want with her.”

“You’re out of your mind. Wake up. This isn’t ancient China. You don’t own anyone.”

“Not when you’re me.”

I turned to Jenny. “Tell him you want a divorce.”

“I want a divorce.” Her lips trembled, but her voice was clear.

“Not a chance.”

“I want a divorce.” She repeated, louder this time. The fear in her eyes burned into fury.

“Say it again,” Chen challenged.

“I. Want. A. Divorce.”

The slap came so fast I barely saw it. Jenny collapsed to the floor. Chen grabbed her by the ponytail, yanked her upright, and struck her again.

Rage blinded me. I lunged at him, but his blows came just as quick. By the time I reached him, he had already kicked Jenny twice in the stomach.

Mario surged forward, locking Chen in a chokehold. I drove my fist into his face, then his gut. Each punch landed with a sickening crunch, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. Chen thrashed violently in Mario’s grip, his rage boiling over.

His scream pierced the air—but not from my punch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chen’s voice cracked with fury.