With his heart shattered to pieces, Jeremy felt the shards cut deep within him, leaving bloody wounds in their wake.

He took the pen and stared at Madeline’s alluring features while his breathing became hitched.

“Do you hate me that much?” he asked weakly, a shred of hope in his heart.

Yet Madeline’s response was decisive. “I do, I hate you. So much.”

Jeremy’s lips curled faintly as he took in a deep breath.

He took the papers and skimmed through them.

She wanted nothing, none of his assets or money—just custody of the child.

Jeremy placed the pen down. “Very well. I agree to the divorce, but I won’t let go of Jack.”

Madeline’s calm expression cracked. “What right do you have to fight over Jack’s custody, Jeremy? What right do you have to be Jack’s father?”

Jeremy merely smiled. He did not protest nor did he fight back.

He knew that this was the only way he could make her stay in his life.

Madeline grew furious at Jeremy’s silence. “Talk, Jeremy Whitman. What do yo