At that moment, Damien's cold smirk deepened, He stepped even closer to Jerry now, lowering his voice so that only the people standing nearest could hear, but the intensity of his words pierced the entire room.
"If I make this phone call," Damien said, slow and deliberate,
"and it's confirmed that I was actually the one who did it... that I was the one who made sure this contract got processed quickly..."
He let the words hang in the air, the pressure mounting.
"Then you," he pointed a firm finger straight at Jerry's chest,
"you are going to divorce Abigail."
There was a sharp intake of breath from somewhere in the crowd.
The boldness of the demand left even the sideline watchers stunned.
Damien wasn't done.
"You're going to sign on everything you know," he continued.
"You won't trouble her. You won't blackmail her. You won't even live with a pin that belongs to her."
He spoke with such finality, it was like he was already laying down the law.
