Benjamin's voice was glacial. He still held her wrist, his gaze boring down on her from his superior height, his dark eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
In all their years together, he had always been reserved, but she had never seen him like this—so raw, so openly furious.
"Rebekah, where exactly would you go without my family's support?" he said, his tone cold enough to send a shiver down her spine. "I'm canceling all your cards. They will remain that way until you learn to admit your mistakes."
Rebekah almost laughed. She opened her mouth to tell him that she would be leaving in three months anyway, but Candice let out a small cry of pain.
Benjamin immediately dropped her wrist and rushed to Candice's side.
The sudden release sent Rebekah stumbling. She grabbed the back of the sofa to steady herself and looked up to see Candice leaning against Benjamin. "Benjamin, my leg hurts so much. I hope I'll still be able to dance."
The raw concern in Benjamin's eyes was another dagger to Rebekah's heart.
She sighed, a bitter smile spreading across her lips. Perhaps this was fate. She was destined to leave them quietly, without even a proper goodbye.
"I'll have my lawyer draw up the divorce papers, Benjamin. Don't forget to meet me at city hall to sign them."
Without another glance at them, Rebekah turned and limped away on her crutch.
Her frail, uneven silhouette seemed particularly vulnerable. A flicker of emotion crossed Benjamin's face, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Oh dear, this is a huge misunderstanding," Candice said, a triumphant glint in her eyes that she quickly hid. "Honestly, some women are so dramatic. Everyone knows you and I are just like brothers! Best buds! Besides, I'm already married!"



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