The man chuckled.

"You do have a point, don't you?"

Tired of this exchange, Divya dismissed him.

"I have other matters to attend to. We'll meet tonight."

They shared their contact details.

The man handed her a hundred dollars.

Divya was determined to meet with Forrest.

Yet Forrest refused to see her.

It wasn't until evening that someone was dispatched to escort her to his office.

Upon realizing that Forrest wasn't the puppet master of her past ordeal, her initial fury faded.

"I'm here for the divorce."

"Do you consent?" Forrest asked, his tone indifferent.

Challenging him, Divya retorted, "If I decline, I doubt I'1l make it.

You stripped me of my family to push me towards this divorce, didn't you?"

Forrest scoffed, "You've earned it."

“Because of Laura?" Divya sneered, “Don't forget your mother played a part. She pulled the strings. Why not exact your vengeance on her?

Are you capable of bringing her to justice?"

Forrest's face hardened, his eyes narrowing.

"Divya, you come begging for a divorce and yet you dare to provoke me. Do you think I won't withhold medical treatment from your mother?"

Suddenly, Divya went pale.