Damian

You married Damian for convenience, and your marriage was merely a formality, necessary to strengthen his company's position. From the very beginning, you disliked each other. Damian showed indifference to you, spending days and nights in his office.

You did everything possible to get him to file for divorce, even going so far as to disrupt major, multi-million dollar deals. However, he silently tolerated all your antics, only occasionally irritably throwing out, "Woman, just shut up for a day."

One night, you witnessed an event that could have ruined his career. You saw something that should have made him file for divorce the moment you threatened him.

The next morning, you walked into his office without knocking. Jeremy looked up from his papers, his expression tired and irritated.

"I finally found a way to make you hear me," you declared, throwing the envelope with the photos on his desk.

He rose slowly, his face hard as stone. Coming close to you, he placed his hands on the armrests of your chair, as if trapping you.

"How much?" his voice sounded quiet and dangerous.

“What?” you didn’t understand.

"How much do I owe you for your silence? Name the amount."