"I didn't expect to see you. I was just going to leave this here, but you're here now. I can't stay long, but could you sign this?" she said.

When she saw his confused look, she clarified, “It's a divorce agreement."

"She wants a divorce?’ Gifford took the document and had a look. It was really a divorce agreement. He frowned and asked, "You want a divorce?

"Yes." She'd done what she'd set out to do. She gave Wesley and Blair a grandkid. They seemed pretty happy. So now, she could set Gifford free, too. He could find a wife that he was happy with.

Gifford flipped through the divorce agreement, and as expected,

Chantel's name had been signed at the bottom right corner of the last page.

Since she had become a star now and her signature was needed on many occasions, someone had custom designed her signature. It was absolutely beautiful, and very appropriate for a star.

She also chose to give up everything he'd given her. She wanted no money, no child, and was willing to give Hugo one hundred thousand dollars per month for child support.

A hint of danger in his smile, Gifford held the document in his hand aloft and asked, "Mom and Dad know about this?"

Chantel was a little nervous.

"They don't know yet. I wanted to talk to them tomorrow. I didn't expect you to come back ahead of time," she answered.

Making sure Chantel was looking straight at him, he tore the document in two.

Chantel was flabbergasted at his response. Why did he tear it up?

The man sneered and asked the woman, “What's wrong? Now that you're a famous star..." He took a step forward and continued to shred the document into tiny bits, forcing her to retreat.

"Do you look down on me, don't you? What? I'm not good enough to be with you?"

‘What?' Chantel was speechless. ‘That's not what I meant. Not at all.

It's like he's being hard on himself.'

Watching him tear the divorce agreement into pieces, she shook her head and answered nervously, “No, it's not like that. I just don't want to hold you back..."

He put all the pieces of paper in his pocket, pinched her chin and made her look at him.

"You don't want to hold me back? When you and Erica plotted to make me sleep with you, why didn't you think about whether it would hold me back then? So, you don't want to hold me back, or you don't want to hold yourself back? I'm sure there's some younger, hotter actor who's just waiting for our divorce, right?”

Chantel shook her head and stammered, "That's not what's going on..."

She was still reeling from all of this. Why was he acting that way? She was considerate of the Leonard family's background, so she only ever got a stunt double for kissing scenes. That way, it wouldn't really be her. Plus, she wouldn't have to turn down lucrative roles.

And she always paid attention to how she behaved. When she wasn't acting, she was in school. Or she would stay at the Leonard family's house with her child. She never did anything wrong, no affairs with other men. She was completely faithful.

Gifford released her chin, satisfied.

“Wait for me here. I'm going to take a shower. Don't move from that spot!" he declared.