Chapter 11

Everyone in Imperialis knew just how deeply Marceline loved Curtis. Why was she asking for a divorce now? "You must be joking. I wouldn't be surprised if you were the one who wanted a divorce, but Marcy? Don't you know how much she loves you?" Beatrice questioned. "Grandma, I don't want to talk about this. If she comes to you for your help with it, just turn her down." "What exactly are you thinking?" Curtis turned around, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "We're meant to spend our whole lives tormenting each other." Beatrice felt utterly defeated and simply waved him off. "Fine, do whatever you want. I clearly can't count on you to give me a great-grandchild anyway." After entering the study, Curtis stared blankly at the documents on his desk. He had an important overseas meeting scheduled that night, but he couldn't even bring himself to turn on his computer. Soon, Ken entered to gently remind him about it. "Mr. Wolfe, the meeting starts in five minutes." Curtis gave a distra