Chapter 117: The Breaking Point

Chapter 117: The Breaking Point

Beatrice stormed in, slamming the door behind her.

"How dare you, Henry!" she spat, her voice slicing through the silence.

Henry looked up from his desk, calm but with a chilling edge in his expression. "How dare I what, Beatrice? Enlighten me."

"You think I wouldn’t find out?" Beatrice sneered, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor as she approached his desk.

"You’re filing for divorce? Planning to throw me to the streets like some discarded toy?"

Henry leaned back in his chair.

"You’ve had plenty of time to prepare for this day, Beatrice. Consider it overdue."

Her eyes burned. "Overdue? Is that how you justify this betrayal? After everything I’ve done for you—this family?"

"Hahahah!" Henry’s laugh was low and bitter.

"Done for this family? You’ve done nothing but destroy it. Manipulating everyone, lying, scheming—you turned my house into a battleground."

Beatrice slammed her hand on his desk. "Don’t you dare act like a saint! You’ve played your part in this mess. You weren’t a victim, Henry—you were my partner!"

"Partner?" Henry’s voice rose, his composure cracking.

"A partner in what, Beatrice? Covering up your scandals? Ignoring the damage you’ve done to our children? I’m finally cleaning up the wreckage you left behind."

Her lips curled into a smirk. "Cleaning up? Or making room for your precious Eira? Don’t think I don’t know what this is really about."

Henry stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.

"This has nothing to do with Eira and everything to do with you. You’ve poisoned this family, Beatrice! You let my son die!"

Beatrice’s smirk faded. "Don’t you dare throw Liam in my face. You were just as responsible—"

"Enough!" Henry roared, slamming his fist on the desk.

"You knew what they would do to him, and you let it happen! You stood by while our son was torn apart, all because it suited your plans!"

Beatrice took a step back, momentarily stunned by the venom in his words.

But her shock quickly turned to icy defiance.

"You’re pathetic, Henry. Always blaming someone else for your failures. Liam wasn’t a saint, and you know it."

Henry’s voice lowered, his words cutting like a blade.

"This isn’t about saints, Beatrice. This is about consequences. And yours are finally here. I’m divorcing you, and it’s final."

Her laughter was sharp and mocking, echoing through the room.

"Final? You think you can just walk away and leave me with nothing? I’ll fight you, Henry. I’ll make sure you regret this."

Henry’s jaw tightened. "You won’t win, Beatrice. Not this time. I’ve already taken steps to ensure that."

Her eyes narrowed, and then a smile spread across her face.

"This is about Eira, isn’t it? She’s pregnant, isn’t she? You think you’re going to play happy families now? Well, let me tell you something, Henry—"

"Beatrice," Henry warned her in a low voice.

"I’ll make sure she doesn’t have that child."

The door suddenly opened, and Callian stepped inside casually, his hands in his pockets.

The smirk on his face didn’t reach his cold, calculating eyes.

"Well, well," he said, his tone light but razor-sharp. "What a lovely family meeting I’ve walked in on."

Beatrice froze, her eyes widening as she turned to face him. "Callian..."

He stepped closer, staring at her. "Go ahead, Beatrice. Repeat what you just said."

Henry watched, his shoulders tense, as Callian’s smirk widened ever so slightly.

Beatrice straightened, trying to regain her composure.

"This is a private conversation. You have no business being here."

"Oh, I think I do," Callian said smoothly, his voice as calm as a predator circling its prey.

"Especially when someone starts threatening my wife and child."

Beatrice’s eyes darted toward Henry, searching for support, but he said nothing.

"I don’t know what you think you heard—"

Callian cut her off, his voice deceptively soft.

"I didn’t think I heard anything. I know exactly what I heard. And trust me, Beatrice, you won’t like what happens if you so much as think about following through on that threat."

Beatrice’s lips tightened. "You’re awfully bold, Callian. You think you can intimidate me?"

Callian tilted his head. "Oh, I don’t think, Beatrice. I know. Because unlike you, I don’t rely on empty words. I act."

The tension in the room was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken threats.

"You’ve made your point," Beatrice said, her voice strained but defiant. "But don’t forget, Callian—you have skeletons in your closet too. Shall we dig them up?"

Callian’s smile grew colder.

"Go ahead. Dig all you want. But while you’re busy with that, I’ll be dismantling everything you hold dear. Starting with your little empire."

Beatrice faltered for a moment, but then she regained her composure, her chin lifting. "You think you’re untouchable?"

Callian stepped closer, his presence overwhelming her. "No. I just think you’re out of your league."

Beatrice’s gaze flicked between him and Henry, who stood silently, his expression grim.

"I won’t forget this," she hissed, turning on her heel and storming out of the room.

The door slammed behind her, and silence filled the space.

Callian turned to Henry, his hands still in his pockets. "You should’ve handled her a long time ago."

Henry exhaled deeply, the weight of years of conflict visible on his face. "I thought I had. But she’s... relentless."

Callian nodded. "Well, she’s made her move. Now it’s your turn."

Henry glanced at him. "You’re not afraid of her, are you?"

Callian’s smirk returned. "Afraid? No. But I don’t underestimate her either. That would be a mistake."

Henry gave a small nod, his jaw tightening. "Let’s end this, Callian. Once and for all."

Callian’s smirk widened. "That’s the plan."

"I want Eira to be healthy, happy, and safe. And I will do anything to prevent her from any harm."

"You do have a thing with your children, don’t you?"

"What do you mean?" Henry raised his voice.

"One is dead, another one is running a club with illegal activities, the third one hates you, and the fourth one isn’t even yours." Callian chuckled.

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