Beyond the Divorce

Devious Intentions



He suddenly became agitated, pacing back and forth, glaring at me. He laughed hysterically, then glared at me viciously, like a madman losing control.

Tristan shielded me cautiously, ready to attack at any moment.

"I can't believe Anson gave this to a little nobody instead of me. Anson, you've underestimated me!" He shouted. "Why did he choose you?"

To be honest, his behavior shocked me. I speculated about his identity and realized he must have betrayed the Huffman family. He must have a grudge against them from the way he talked about Anson.

"Damn it! I joined the Huffman family when I was ten and did everything for him like a dog. He said one thing but did another. He said he treated me like a son, but that was a lie!" He yelled.

"Since you're from the Huffman family, shouldn't you have remained loyal? You joined the Huffman family at ten, right? How did you end up becoming Navi's lackey?" I asked disdainfully, though I softened my tone.

I knew I couldn't confront him head-on since we were clearly outmatched.

"Why? Was he fair? Do you think I want to be here in this godforsaken place?" He stared at me resentfully.

I involuntarily took a step back.

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"He'd punish me severely, even for

the smallest mistake. He treated me like a thief and never trusted me

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with anything important." He ranted like a petulant child, clearly holding a deep-seated resentment against Anson.

"He called it love. Eventually, he sent me to this godforsaken place, claiming it was to toughen me up. Hah!

"Does he even know I can't afford to eat or dress properly here? When I tried to earn some extra money, he said I lacked ambition and wasn't thinking about the long term.

"Everything I did was wrong! What

was the point of calling me his son then? Damn it! Does he think I'm a three-year-old who can be fooled so easily?" He exploded, appearing incredibly aggrieved.

I snorted. It seemed Anson's judgment was spot-on. It was easy to test whether someone was gold or trash, and this petty man had no right to be a member of the

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Huffman family. He was clearly deceitful.

"What's your name?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Why? Are you planning to run to that old bastard and tattle on me? It's too bad you won't have the chance to do that."

I laughed lightly and relaxed, dismissing Tristan's protective arm.

Then, I said, "You're really narrow-minded. I've never seen a man as petty as you are. I might be a woman, but I don't care for such petty things. It's a pity, though."

"What do you mean?" he asked angrily.