Brian gave her a nod and took her out.

At this time, Brad had come back in a hurry.

His appearance was haggard-stubble covering his jaw and dark circles under his eyes. The effects of the past days, from the issues within his own family to the company affairs, were clearly seen on his face.

His stomach lurched as he caught sight of Noemi and Brian about to leave. He desperately wanted to say something, but it was as if all his words were stuck in his throat.

“Are you leaving, Noemi?" Brad asked.

Noemi's cold glare met his.

"Am I expected to stick around and witness you making out with that woman?"

Brad choked on his words.

"Noemi, she was publicly embarrassed by you out there. She has lost all her dignity in this city."

“And why should I care? She knew you were already married and still meddled in our marriage. People like her deserve to be humiliated,”

Noemi said resentfully.

Brad argued, "Noemi, I'm just a man. Look at all the successful men around us. How many of them don't have mistresses? I have done my best to control myself. I have shown you respect in front of others for so many years, haven't I?"

Noemi's chest heaved with anger when she heard this.

"So, I'm ungrateful, is that it?"

Brad continued, "Noemi, look at what has happened to our company since you insisted on divorcing. You are no longer the highly respected Mrs. Cruz. Your actions not only hurt me but also yourself.”

Fury surged within Noemi. She lunged at him, her palm landing a stinging slap on his cheek.

"Brad, you hypocrite! You still won't admit that you are wrong! If it weren't for my family, would you be as successful as you are now?"

Brad's face bore the marks of her fury, and he glared back at her, his anger flaring.

“Wake up, Noemi! This is a cutthroat society. If it weren't for your family's influence, how could a single man like me have married a divorced woman like you?"

A divorced woman?