Eugene’s jaw moved, but he didn’t dare speak.
Christina put down the teacup. “Dad, please calm down.”
“How could I calm down?’ Elder Master Boucher knocked on the table. A great woman like Samantha
was married to you for over 30 years, and how much did she sacrifice for this family, Francisco, and you?
You could go out with other women, but you should always remember that you have a wife and son at
home!”
Eugene relaxed his fist and frowned. “Christina, did you expose this?” Christina paused, then said in a
serious voice. “You think I did this?”
She looked stoic and didn’t hesitate. “If I wanted to do this, why would I have said all that at the auction?
I’m one of the Bouchers, and it’ s my responsibility to protect our reputation.”
Eugene was bewildered.
At that moment, Samantha walked through the door with light makeup and plain clothes, no flashy
jewelry,
*Dad, Christina.”
Elder Master Boucher looked calmer when he saw Samantha, “Samantha, I’ll get someone to suppress
the news. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Eugene clears this up.” Samantha had given up long ago, so she
placed the document she was holding on the desk. “I was actually here to tell you that I’ve decided to
divorce Eugene.”
Elder Master Boucher was stunned, and even Christina was surprised. She knew that Samantha wanted
to get a divorce, but she thought she was just angry and wasn’t serious about it.
The most surprised person was Eugene. He stared at Samantha, his expression vague. “You want a
divorce?”
Samantha didn’t look at him. “Yes, I’m tired after 30 years of marriage. Francisco is an adult now, and he
respects my decision.”
Elder Master Boucher, who had been quiet, sighed. “I’ll let you talk about this. I won’t interfere.” He
picked up his cane and stood up, then Christina helped him upstairs. Eugene walked to her, looking
fierce. “You want a divorce, Sam? You’re nothing without the Bouchers!”
“I’m nothing if I continue to be your wife.” Samantha had no expression, unlike the gentle look she used
to have.
Eugene saw that she was serious, so he loosened his grip on her. “You-”
“Eugene Boucher, if I knew that this was the end, I wouldn’t have married you. I should have seen this
side of you sooner.” Samantha pulled her hand back and handed the pen to him. “Sign.”
Eugene pushed the pen away, and it fell to the floor, the ink spilling onto the tiles.
“You want a divorce so that you can get away from my control, right? Samantha Green, without me, you
would have been on the streets. All the money and status you have now are because of me, and you
want a divorce?”
He grabbed her hair to pull her closer. “Didn’t you marry me because of who I am?”
Eugene pushed her to the floor. Samantha’s palm hit the corner of the table, and her skin tore open,
blood sipping on her sleeve.
The anger slightly disappeared from Eugene’s face when he saw this. It looked like he was going to put
out a hand to help her, but she stumbled up while laughing.
He was stunned. “Why are you laughing?”
“Have I ever asked you for money all these years? You were the one who gave me all the jewelry and
branded items.” Samantha’s eyes were filled with tears, but they didn’t drop. “Sign for the divorce. I want
nothing else.”
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