Chapter 958

Beckett leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Madeleine. Yeah, Beckett was pretty confused. It's not like he was acting weird this morning, and suddenly his wife wanted a divorce—in front of everyone, no less. Rachel's expression darkened as she let out a cold chuckle. "Mr. Beach, we all saw what just happened. If you go through with a divorce at this moment…" Every head turned toward Beckett, waiting for his response. Still looking at Madeleine, he replied calmly, "Babe, you can't seriously want a divorce over me forgetting to add sesame seeds to your soy milk this morning. That's just unfair." Madeleine sighed. Even if they weren't actually splitting up, she thought she could at least put on an act in front of the press and all these people… she didn't want to drag him down with her. "I swear I'll make dinner properly tonight. Just don't make me sleep in the guest room." Beckett was practically putting on a PDA show in public now. He wanted everyone to know—there was no way he was