Gabriel's expression darkened.
He stepped forward to Emily, his sheer presence swallowing her whole. "Say that again." His voice was sharp and cold.
However, Emily didn't seem to be fazed at all. Instead, she firmly repeated herself, "I want a divorce. I'll walk away with nothing. Please, just let me go."
"Let you go?" Gabriel let out a humorless laugh. "Why should I? So you can move on to your next target?"
Emily shut her eyes. She was too tired to argue with him. "Whatever you think. I've e-mailed you the divorce papers. Sign them, and we're done."
Her indifference infuriated Gabriel. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hard against him. "Done? Let me remind you, I choose when our marriage begins or ends. Who do you think you are?" He leaned down, his breath felt hot against Emily's ear, every word laced with venom.
"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you. For now, you're still my wife."
…
At the corner of the parking lot, Amelia hid behind a pillar, watching everything unfold. She heard every word.
She knew that Gabriel still cared for her. After all, he didn't blame her for what had happened in the office earlier. In fact, he was now punishing Emily for it.
The hopeless despair on Emily's face was delicious to watch. She was all beauty and no wit.
Emily was never a match for her. Sooner or later, Amelia would become Gabriel's wife.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she slipped silently back into her car.
…
The next morning, the nurses' station at the department of cardiothoracic surgery was filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and tea.
"Wow! These are from that famous coffee shop in Southport!"
"Who's treat is it?"
Amelia turned up, carrying several takeout bags with a bright smile. She wore a cream-colored Chanel jacket, her hair was styled in soft curls, and her makeup was flawless.
"It's my treat!" she said, warmly handing out the drinks, without the usual attitude of a CEO's secretary.
"Thank you all so much for yesterday. I really don't know what I would have done without you…" she trailed off with tears glistening in her eyes, as if she was trying to put on a strong front.
The nurses immediately swarmed around her, offering a chorus of comfort.
"Don't be upset, Ms. Waverly. We're all on your side!"
"Yeah! Dr. Sterling has some nerve, hitting on Mr. Holton when she knows he's dating you."

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