“No new clauses will be added to this agreement, Olívia,” I stated firmly, eager to see the disappointment on her face.

“I’ll file for divorce,” she shot back, staring me down fearlessly, as if I were just any ordinary guy.

“Do that, and I’ll destroy your family. I’ll take the house, the furniture, and make sure no one in North Noriah gives you a roof to sleep under.”

“We’ll leave the country.”

“I’ll follow you to hell.”

“Don’t you have anything ...