Summoning all her strength, Raegan slapped Mitchel with her free hand.

That resounding slap silenced the onlookers instantly.

Tears trickled down Raegan's cheeks.

"Why bother with me, Mr. Dixon, when you think I'm so worthless and despicable? Why not divorce me and let me go?"

Mitchel felt a sharp sting in his heart, sparking his anger.

Yet, seeing Raegan's tear-streaked face, a flicker of remorse crossed his mind.

Had his words been too harsh?

He extended a hand to wipe her tears, intending to clarify himself, when Henley intervened, "Mr. Dixon, if Raegan wants to go, don't hold her back."

Henley's words evaporated Mitchel's momentary regret, leaving him disheartened.

Scoffing, Mitchel retorted, “Eager for a relationship with her, are you?"

Raegan heard him but remained silent.

What difference did it make, being hurt once or a hundred times over?

Henley replied softly with a slight smile, “You misunderstand, Mr. Dixon. Raegan and I are merely friends. You should not dictate her choices. Give her the freedom to decide.

"Fine, Raegan, think about it!" Mitchel said, finally releasing her, his voice icy. His proud demeanor showed no signs of yielding. He got his pride.

Raegan glanced his way, her tears now dry. She turned and walked away without a second thought.

Mitchel's expression grew somber.

He had a feeling of being betrayed. His heart ached, which could not be restrained in any way.

Fury coiling into a sneer, he clenched his fists.

“Fine, leave! But know this, you'll never return to me!"

Remaining stoic, Raegan continued her exit without looking back.