"I want a divorce."
The words landed like a thunderclap.
Augustus froze.
He was a seasoned titan in the business world, used to staying calm amidst market chaos. But this—this threw him completely off balance.
His mind churned, but his voice remained cold and controlled. "Victoria, what kind of joke is this?"
Victoria smiled faintly, her elegance tinged with distance. "I'm not joking. I'm informing you—formally."
"You want a divorce? After all these years? Our son's been married five years. You want to throw it all away over something this trivial? I accidentally spilled some yogurt on Sophia, and I wiped it off. That's just basic courtesy."
At the mention of her name, Sophia stood up from the couch.
She pouted slightly, feigning innocence. "Mrs. Grant, I think you're misunderstanding."
Victoria despised that look—the fake innocence, the pretense of being the victim when she was clearly in the wrong.
