---- Chapter 262 James let out a cold laugh. "That's just your view. I've never once thought about getting a divorce." "Well, that's your problem," Wendy said, quickly losing patience. "It's obvious we can't have a real conversation. Let's not see each other again. I'll contact you in three months to finalize it at the courthouse." She turned to leave, but James grabbed her wrist tightly. "T said, come home with me." His tone had shifted.

Gone was the composed front-his words now came out low and threatening. Wendy's expression hardened as she struggled. "I'm not going back. Let go of me, James!" She fought to pull away, but he only tightened his grip. "Don't test my patience," he said coldly. "I've given you more than enough chances this past month. I overestimated your conscience and underestimated your cruelty." He underestimated just how ruthless Wendy could be. Her eyes snapped up to meet his. "Oh really?

You think I'm cruel? You want me to just stand by and watch you fool around with Jenna right under my nose, and still play the good wife?" "Nothing is going on between Jenna and me. You're still my wife. Is this how you carry yourself?" He snapped, his ---- expression darkening. "Really?" Wendy scoffed. "Nothing going on between you both, but you moved her into the villa. Not involved, but you always took her side and humiliated me.

You even let our child grow close to her like she's his mother?" Wendy scoffed. Her string of pointed questions made James's expression darken further with every word. "Jenna moved into the villa because you left, and Ethan needed someone familiar to care for him. As for me defending her, I was just stating facts. It was never about targeting you." James's voice had that defensive edge, like he was twisting logic to suit his own narrative.

He paused, then added, "If Etahn is being close to her, maybe you should take a look at yourself. You've always been too hard on her." Wendy was so furious she actually laughed, her eyes becoming sharp with growing sarcasm. "If that's really how you see it, then we've got nothing left to talk about. Let go of me, or I will call the police," she threatened. Her eyes were icy enough to chill the air, and the way she looked at James-it was like he'd become a stranger. James' brows drew together.

"What do you want from me, Wendy? What will it take for you to come home?" For once, he sounded like he was trying to be patient. But ---- Wendy turned her gaze away and let out a bitter laugh. "I want you and Jenna out of my life. Is that too much to ask?" "Don't push it, Wendy!" he snapped, his grip tightening, fingers digging in harder. And just then, a cold voice cut through the tension behind her. "Tthink the one pushing it is you, Mr.

Frank." Liam had come back and now stood beside Wendy, his eyes locked on hers. "Do you need help?" he asked. Wendy's eyes brimmed with tears, and the moment she saw him, even the tip of her nose turned red with emotion. James still wouldn't let go. His glare shifted to Liam, laced with hostility, and he scoffed. "This is a family matter. It's got nothing to do with you." "Family matter?" Liam's eyes glinted with contempt as he looked him over.

"This is the modern world, not the damn Middle Ages. Just because she married you doesn't mean she belongs to the Franks. If she doesn't want to deal with you, then it's not a family matter. Or did you really not get that memo, Mr. Frank?" The air turned tense, crackling like a live wire. Wendy pressed her lips together tightly, a deep crease forming between her brows. She didn't want Liam caught in the mess between her and ---- James, but the truth was, he got caught up in it anyway.

"If you don't let go of Wendy right now, then everything you say and do tonight will be on the news first thing tomorrow. What will that do to Frank Group's stock price?" Liam said darkly, cutting James off before he could speak. His voice was calm, but the look in his eyes was razor-sharp.