Fifty Million Pounds...

At the center of the dance floor was a familiar figure, dressed in a provocative black dress, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music while laughing at the attention her current dance partner, a male in his late twenties, was showering her with. Even though she looked noticeably different, seductive, alluring, and far from the usual humble aura she usually gave, Tobias had no trouble recognizing her. His wife. And the longer Tobias watched HIS wife shower in the attention of another man, the more irritated he grew. “You can go on ahead.” He said without glancing at Celestine as he walked off, leaving her standing on her own. “Tob-,” Celestine was cut short, as Tobias had already walked away, his gaze focused on a particular figure, dancing on the dance floor. He wasn't aware of how fast his strides were or how harshly his fist clenched. He wasn’t aware of any of it until he found himself in front of his wife, and the man who had had his hands all over her for the past two minutes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarled, his hand clamping tightly around her wrist and pulling her away from the man. Amara was more than surprised to suddenly see Tobias. But the way he had pulled her, coupled with the tone of voice he had used, had her temper rising. “Let go!” She demanded with a glare after he had succeeded in pulling her off the dance floor and away from her dance partner. But Tobias wasn’t the least bit fazed. Instead, he simply tightened his grip, making her wince in pain. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Engaging publicly with another man while you’re still married to me? Don’t you have any sense of shame?” Any sense of shame? How dare this fcking bastard talk about that to her? When he was the shameless one who betrayed their marriage first! If Amara wasn’t as angry as she was, she’d have laughed. She forcefully freed her wrist from his hold before fixing him with a glare. “You’re quite funny Tobias. The last time I checked, you were the one who wanted a divorce. And might I point out that a few days ago, you also shamelessly ‘engaged’ with another woman, my dearest husband?" "So please, save your preaching for someone who hasn’t seen your true colors.” Amara sneered and turned to leave but Celestine appeared. “Toby, there you are-“ Her attention was quickly snagged by Amara and her eyes went wide upon seeing how she was dressed. “A-Amara? What are doing here?” “And how’s that any of your business?” Amara sneered, not bothering to hide the disgust in her voice. Celestine flinched. “I was simply-,” “I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Silencing the wench, Amara turned her attention back to Tobias. “And you-” He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the disdain in her voice as she addressed him so rudely. “I suggest you don’t try to stick your nose into my business. We may be a married couple now, but in a few days,” She snapped her finger. “It’d all be over." "So focus more on your mistress, and not the person you’ll be divorcing.” “A-Amara,” Celestine cut in with a coy tone to her voice. “Please don’t misunderstand, Tobias and I aren’t together…” Turning to Tobias, Celestine was practically glued to him, feigning kindness as she spoke. “Toby, please don’t be angry at Amara, she’s simply overwhelmed and confused." "It should be a normal reaction seeing that as soon as you divorce her and she moves out of the sheltered doors of the Larsen home, she’d no longer have someone to fund her lifestyle. So it’s normal for her to look for a man to fund her lifestyle.” “Sheltered doors? Fund my lifestyle?” Amara repeated with a chuckle. “Oh, that’s a new one, Celestine.” “But she isn’t wrong, is she?” Tobias asked, his eyes narrowed and his voice cold as ice. Sure, he had no feelings for her, but that didn’t mean he was fine with his wife sleeping around for penny change and potentially soiling his name. Amara’s brows creased at his reaction. Whenever Celestine was around, he had no brain to think wisely. “Mind your own business, both you and your little slut.” Amara didn't want to waste time with them anymore but Tobias gripped her hand again. “Are you doing this only to challenge me? I see, you're doing all these just because I refused to give you no penny?" "Well, fifty million pounds, I’ll pay you that as divorce compensation, as long as you apologize to me and Celestine. Right this instant!” His words were so arrogant and irritating that her lips curled upwards, a smile coming on her face, but the coldness in her eyes could rival the chill in Tobias’s. “Arrogant, aren’t you?” She smirked. “Well, I’d have to bust that bubble of yours.” Taking a step forward, she raised her head and looked her husband dead in the eyes. “I already filed for a divorce, Tobias." "Trust me, your fifty million is nothing in my eyes. I will never bow to you and your bitch!”