Chapter 7

I retracted my hand. "Let's skip the pointless chatter. Just put your signature on the divorce papers so we can part ways amicably."

His mother prodded him. "Didn't you purchase a present for Camille? Quick, hand it over!"

Henry suddenly recalled and rushed inside, emerging with a sizable shopping bag.

"Camille, isn't this the handbag you've always desired? I obtained it for you. Father even dipped into his pension fund to assist me in buying it!" he said proudly.

I examined it briefly, immediately noticing its inferior quality—barely a passable imitation, clearly from a street market.

"Henry, you were prepared to spend fifty grand on a luxury bag for Mallory, but for me, you picked up a counterfeit from a street seller? If you're going to pretend, at least invest in a convincing copy. Did you honestly think I wouldn't spot how fake this is?" I scoffed.

His face flushed. "It's genuine! I bought it from the official boutique, and I have proof of purchase!"