Husband’s Mistress, Meet His Bankruptcy - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"I'll be straight with you—if it weren't for my father, I'd never have married you!" James spat, his lips curling into a sneer.
The room erupted in laughter.
"Guess everyone heard that, huh? Pretty face, but absolutely worthless."
"Damn right. She's nothing compared to Miss King from L.A. That woman's in a whole other league—this one's just a fragile trophy wife."
"If the Woods family can hitch themselves to the Kings, breaking into the L.A. market will be a cakewalk."
The sycophants piled on, not a single soul speaking up for me. To them, it was all about money and influence. Loyalty? Principles? Meaningless. With a leader like James, the Woods Corporation was a ticking time bomb.
James turned to me, his smirk stretching wider.
"You want a divorce, don't you? Fine. I'll give you what you want."
"But I have one condition," I said.
He scoffed, oozing disdain.
"Let me guess—money? A penthouse? Name your price, and I'll have my lawyers draw it up."
I shook my head, smiling faintly.
"I don't want your money. Or your property."
"All I want is for you to call your father, Benedict, and tell him yourself that you're the one asking for this divorce."
For a split second, something flickered in James's eyes—then vanished. He thought I was playing the daddy card to change his mind.
He let out a dark chuckle.
"Go ahead. Call whoever you want. It won't change a damn thing."
The arrogance in his stare snuffed out the last shred of goodwill I had for the Woods family.
"James, you've got it all wrong," I said, my voice calm but slicing through the air like a blade.
"I wasn't trying to stop you."
"I just wanted your father to know—when the Woods family falls, it'll be entirely your fault."
My gaze flicked to , then back to him.
"But you and Miss King from L.A.? When I make this call… I hope you won't regret it."
For a heartbeat, silence swallowed the room.
Then—
"Hah!" James barked a laugh, spitting on the floor.
"Eleanor, you actually think you have that kind of power? Know your damn place!"
"I could erase you with one finger."
I raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Enough," I said coldly.
"I've heard enough."
Without another word, I pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Hello, Uncle Benedict. It's Eleanor."
The moment he heard my voice, Benedict's tone warmed instantly.
"Eleanor! What a surprise. No chess game today?"
I locked eyes with James and spoke slowly, deliberately.
"Your son wants a divorce."
Dead silence.
Then—
CRASH.
The sound of shattering porcelain blasted through the speaker.
"Nonsense!" Benedict roared. "This is absolute nonsense!"
"Eleanor, where are you? I'm coming right now!"
Before I could answer, snatched the phone from my hand.
"Hello? You're James's father, right?" she purred, oozing smugness.
"I'm from the King family in L.A. I've taken a liking to your son. Might as well start packing—your family's moving to Los Angeles."
A glacial pause.
Then Benedict's voice dropped, colder than steel.
"I don't give a damn where you're from."
"My son will never marry you."
's smirk faltered.
She still had no idea who I really was.
And soon?
She'd wish she'd never crossed me.
The room erupted in laughter.
"Guess everyone heard that, huh? Pretty face, but absolutely worthless."
"Damn right. She's nothing compared to Miss King from L.A. That woman's in a whole other league—this one's just a fragile trophy wife."
"If the Woods family can hitch themselves to the Kings, breaking into the L.A. market will be a cakewalk."
The sycophants piled on, not a single soul speaking up for me. To them, it was all about money and influence. Loyalty? Principles? Meaningless. With a leader like James, the Woods Corporation was a ticking time bomb.
James turned to me, his smirk stretching wider.
"You want a divorce, don't you? Fine. I'll give you what you want."
"But I have one condition," I said.
He scoffed, oozing disdain.
"Let me guess—money? A penthouse? Name your price, and I'll have my lawyers draw it up."
I shook my head, smiling faintly.
"I don't want your money. Or your property."
"All I want is for you to call your father, Benedict, and tell him yourself that you're the one asking for this divorce."
For a split second, something flickered in James's eyes—then vanished. He thought I was playing the daddy card to change his mind.
He let out a dark chuckle.
"Go ahead. Call whoever you want. It won't change a damn thing."
The arrogance in his stare snuffed out the last shred of goodwill I had for the Woods family.
"James, you've got it all wrong," I said, my voice calm but slicing through the air like a blade.
"I wasn't trying to stop you."
"I just wanted your father to know—when the Woods family falls, it'll be entirely your fault."
My gaze flicked to , then back to him.
"But you and Miss King from L.A.? When I make this call… I hope you won't regret it."
For a heartbeat, silence swallowed the room.
Then—
"Hah!" James barked a laugh, spitting on the floor.
"Eleanor, you actually think you have that kind of power? Know your damn place!"
"I could erase you with one finger."
I raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Enough," I said coldly.
"I've heard enough."
Without another word, I pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Hello, Uncle Benedict. It's Eleanor."
The moment he heard my voice, Benedict's tone warmed instantly.
"Eleanor! What a surprise. No chess game today?"
I locked eyes with James and spoke slowly, deliberately.
"Your son wants a divorce."
Dead silence.
Then—
CRASH.
The sound of shattering porcelain blasted through the speaker.
"Nonsense!" Benedict roared. "This is absolute nonsense!"
"Eleanor, where are you? I'm coming right now!"
Before I could answer, snatched the phone from my hand.
"Hello? You're James's father, right?" she purred, oozing smugness.
"I'm from the King family in L.A. I've taken a liking to your son. Might as well start packing—your family's moving to Los Angeles."
A glacial pause.
Then Benedict's voice dropped, colder than steel.
"I don't give a damn where you're from."
"My son will never marry you."
's smirk faltered.
She still had no idea who I really was.
And soon?
She'd wish she'd never crossed me.
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