Cammy's fury reached its boiling point. Without hesitation, she spat in his face. "Fuck you, Duncan! I don't give a damn if you're jealous. I am done with you. I will still divorce you!"
Duncan froze. For the first time, genuine surprise flickered in his eyes as he stood there, motionless, staring at her. The defiance in her voice, the raw determination—it shook something in him.
A tense silence stretched between them before he exhaled sharply, reaching into his pocket for a handkerchief. He wiped the spit from his cheek with an eerie calmness, and when Cammy saw it—the slow, amused smirk creeping across his lips—her stomach twisted.
Then, to her utter disbelief, Duncan started laughing.
It was low at first, a rumble in his chest before it grew louder, more menacing. He was still pinning her hands above her head, his body pressing her against the cold wall as his laughter echoed through the office.
