Chapter 12
Having a mistress should have been a symbol of how desirable Samuel was to women. But now, all he could feel was shame. Emily had left him—because of it.
"So your wife left because you cheated on her?" Kate asked bluntly.
Samuel didn’t respond. He merely nodded, his face twisting in a grimace. Just then, a call from an unknown number interrupted, offering him a momentary escape. Desperately hoping it was Emily finally reaching out, he answered immediately.
“Am I speaking to Mr. Samuel Porter?” a calm voice asked.
“Yes,” Samuel replied, his heart racing.
“My name is Marcus. I’m a lawyer representing Ms. Emily Anderson. She has retained my services. There’s something I need to discuss with you in person. Are you available to come by now?”
“Yes. I’ll be right there,” Samuel said without hesitation.
He didn’t bother giving explanations to the police officers at the station. Instead, he claimed he had something urgent to attend to and rushed out. His mind was consumed with one thought: **seeing Emily**. He blew through red lights, drew curses from angry drivers, but he didn’t care. None of it mattered if he could just reach her.
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At the law firm, he barely noticed the formal setting as Marcus slid a document across the table toward him. Samuel didn’t even look at it. He scanned the room instead, growing agitated.
“Where’s Emily? Is she still refusing to see me? I have something to say to her—tell her to come out!”
“My apologies, but that won’t be possible,” Marcus replied calmly. “Ms. Anderson isn’t here. She’s entrusted the law firm with full authority to handle the divorce. If you have objections, please direct them to me.”
Only then did Samuel glance at the document. His eyes narrowed as he saw what it was.
A **divorce agreement**. The expression on his face darkened instantly. Without a second thought, he tore it to pieces and flung the scraps into the air.
“I will never agree to divorce her!” he shouted through clenched teeth, his eyes burning red with emotion. “All I did was make a mistake—but don’t all men make the same mistake?” He paused, chest heaving. “I *know* I was wrong. If she’s upset, I swear I won’t see anyone she doesn’t like again. Isn’t that enough?” Samuel was convinced that if he could just see Emily, just speak to her in person, her love for him would soften her heart.
But Marcus merely offered a faint, professional smile. “Mr. Porter, since you admit your wrongdoing, you must also accept that this agreement is not the only way forward. If you refuse to sign, we’ll proceed through the courts. Ms. Anderson is prepared to file for divorce regardless of your consent.”
Samuel’s voice cracked. “So she’s not even going to talk to me? Not even once?”
“She said everything she needed to say in the letter she left behind,” Marcus replied politely.
Samuel scoffed. “You call that a letter? That was just a few cold lines. That’s it? That’s *everything* she had to say after more than a decade together?” He stood up abruptly. “I won’t sign anything. I want to see her.” He was unraveling—grief and fury swirling in his chest like a storm.
Marcus, however, seemed unfazed. Calmly, he pulled a second copy of the agreement from his folder.
“Ms. Anderson said you’d probably tear up the first copy,” he said evenly. “So I’ve prepared another.”
Samuel snatched the new copy, ready to rip it apart again. But Marcus added, “Feel free to tear up as many as you’d like. We have the master file. Every copy you destroy will be replaced. It's all covered in our legal fees.”
The fire drained from Samuel’s body. He slumped into the chair like a balloon losing air. After a moment, he changed his tone entirely.
“I apologize for my earlier behavior,” he said quietly. “Please… can you just tell me where she is?”
“I’m afraid I can’t help with that,” Marcus replied. “Even I don’t know. She’s been communicating with me only by phone since this began.”
Samuel tried again, desperation creeping into his voice. “How about this—50 million dollars. Tell me where she is, and it’s yours. That’s enough for you to open your own firm, retire early—anything you want. This is a one-time offer.”
Marcus smiled, but there was no shift in his composure.
“Tempting. I’d love to be a multimillionaire overnight, Mr. Porter. But I’d rather earn my money honestly. And regardless, I truly don’t know where Ms. Anderson is. She hasn’t met me in person since we finalized the initial terms. She’s only contacted me by phone.”
Samuel clung to the final thread of hope. “Then just give me the number she’s using now. I’ll pay whatever you want for it.”
“She used her old number the last time she called,” Marcus answered. “But I tried calling it today, and it’s already been deactivated.”
Silence descended like a heavy fog in the conference room. The air was thick with defeat.
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