Unfazed, Henley got right to the point.

“The sad truth is, you've lost Raegan's affection for good. You can't even win her heart."

Mitchel felt his head spin and struggled to maintain his composure.

So Raegan had been sharing their marital issues to Henley?

His fists clenched in preparation for pummeling Henley, but he caught himself just in time.

He knew Henley was baiting him.

Mitchel tilted his head upward and sneered, "No matter what you think, she's still my wife."

Observing the rage flash across Mitchel's face, Henley decided to pour more gasoline on the fire.

"Mr. Dixon, wouldn't it be thrilling to make this a true competition?"

Bang! Mitchel's fist came flying, colliding with Henley's face.

Henley's nose started to bleed. Holding a hand to his face, he tried to maintain some semblance of dignity.

Mitchel was now a live wire, eyes ablaze. He raised his foot, preparing for the next strike.

"Enough!" Raegan appeared, stepping between them.

"What's gotten into you, Mitchel?"

Noticing her defensive stance over Henley, Mitchel's eyes squinted, his heart wrenching.

He scoffed.

"I see. I've arrived at an inconvenient moment, haven't I?"

“What nonsense are you talking about?" Raegan shot back, a bitter taste forming in her heart.

Mitchel's face twisted in anger as he saw her come to another man's defense. His words turned caustic.

"If you dare to cheat on me, why couldn't I talk about it, huh? "