Tail between his legs, begging for a shred of pity.

Benjamin Stewart, talk about a plot twist, huh?

But watching it didn't even give me a buzz.

I wasn't in love with him anymore.

Arrogant, humble – it all seemed so irrelevant to me now.

"Benjamin Stewart, I want a divorce!"

"If you say no, I'm ending this pregnancy!"

I met his eyes dead-on, every word sharp and clear.

His face went blank, a total blank slate, like he couldn't process a single word.

A dry, humorless chuckle escaped me.

"Benjamin Stewart, did you ever even love me? Or was I just your second fiddle to your first love?

"You always looked down on someone like me, didn't you? An orphan, clawing my way up from nothing – you must have thought I was such a joke."

"Save that sweet talk for Sophia Morgan! She can't live without you, but me? I'll be fine, thanks."

Suddenly, tears welled up in Benjamin's eyes. He looked as pathetic as a toddler lost in a department store, utterly adrift.

Well, you live and you learn, right?

In our seven years together, I'd never seen him cry. Not once.

But his tears had zero power over me now.

"Nora, give me one more chance. I'll do anything. Nora, please… I'm begging you…"

He choked out the words, a broken mess.

"I want you to find the bracelet and make it whole again. Can you do that?" I asked, a frigid smile playing on my lips.

He must have thought that was my soft spot. He lunged, grabbing my hand again, his voice a pathetic whimper.

"Nora, anything but that. I'll do anything else."

Just then, the hospital room door creaked open.

Sophia Morgan stood there, her face a mask of pure anxiety.

I couldn't resist a little bit of a power play.

She'd always been so smug and condescending to me.

I wondered what she'd look like if she was actually scared, actually weeping.

Might be kind of a laugh.

"What if I told you I want you to get back every penny you've loaned Sophia lately, and that townhouse too? And from now on, whether she lives or dies is your problem, not mine. Can you do that?"

Benjamin faltered for a beat, then spoke, the words heavy.

"I can!"

Sophia flung the door open and burst in, tears streaming down her face.

"Benjamin, if you leave me, I'll die…"

Still with the damsel in distress routine.

"Ms. Collins, I'll do whatever you say, I'll be your servant. I'm only begging you… please let Benjamin help me and my unborn child."

With that, she hit the floor, going down on her knees. She bowed her head repeatedly until her forehead was raw and bleeding.

Benjamin frowned, pulling her up, his voice laced with pity. "Stop that!"

His brow was deeply furrowed as he stared at me, his tone a mix of accusation and pleading. "Nora, Sophia's pregnant! She can't fend for herself. I'm just giving her a place to stay out of old times, what's the big deal? I haven't cheated. My heart, my body, they've always been yours! Why can't you just tolerate her a little?"

"I promise, as soon as the baby's born, I'll cut all ties with her!"

I burst out laughing.

So eager to raise someone else's kid – what kind of person does that?

I gathered all my strength and slapped him across the face.

"Benjamin Stewart, if you can't deliver, then stop with the act!"

"You haven't cheated? The second you saw Sophia at the hospital, ask yourself if your heart skipped a beat!"

"But it doesn't matter anymore. I was just messing with you. If you want to raise another woman's child, go ahead! It's none of my damn business!"

Benjamin looked at me, his expression a battlefield of emotions.

But Sophia's pathetic sobs finally broke him. He turned and pulled her into a fierce hug.

Sophia cried as if her heart was shattering, clinging to his neck like a lifeline.

Guess I really freaked her out.

A cold, silent laugh echoed in my mind.

The next day, "Benjamin Stewart's Marital Infidelity" was trending all over Twitter.

Major news outlets plastered it on their front pages.

Photos, bank transfer records – the evidence was undeniable, leaving zero room for denial.

Benjamin's company was publicly traded, and public image was everything.

Reports like these were a death blow to his career.

And just like that, the company suspended him.

It was all me.

I pieced together the evidence the PI had dug up and fed it to the media.

I wasn't about to let Benjamin off scot-free.

Being the cheating party meant he was at fault, making it a lot easier for me to snag a bigger chunk of assets in the divorce.

When we finally met to iron out the divorce terms, Sophia was conspicuously absent.

Just a few days had passed, but Benjamin had shed a ton of weight. He was unshaven and looked like he'd gone through hell.

The suit pants that used to fit him perfectly now sagged on his frame, looking all sorts of sloppy.