That day, Faye and her longtime friend Rosalind Fulton engaged in a vicious, screaming catfight over their children's doomed marriage.
Rosalind bitterly regretted forcing her son to marry Nancy Grover.
She had assumed an alliance between the Grovers and the Fultons would bring massive profits to their family.
She never imagined the Fulton family was just being used as a convenient pawn by the Grovers.
Nancy's toxic reputation was bad enough, but having a blatant affair with another man was the final straw.
The Fulton family had a reputation to uphold. No matter the cost, this marriage had to end immediately.
If Rosalind had known it would come to this, she would have turned a blind eye and let Declan marry that girl, Naomi Lowell.
But regret couldn't turn back time.
The conclusion of their explosive argument was simple: if the Grovers refused a quiet, peaceful divorce, the Fultons would bring in the lawyers and sue.
With undeniable proof of Nancy's infidelity and a bastard child on the way, the Grovers would be utterly destroyed in court.
Realizing she was about to be discarded, Nancy screamed at Declan in a fit of humiliating rage.
"You were the one who brought a hooker into our room on our wedding night just to humiliate me! That's why our marriage failed!"
"Declan, you arrogant bastard, you ruined my happiness with your own two hands!"
Declan looked at Nancy like she belonged in a psychiatric ward. Speaking another word to this lunatic felt like a waste of his valuable time.
Thank God he had listened to Maeve's warning before the wedding and forced a ruthless prenuptial agreement that cleanly divided their assets.
Otherwise, detangling the finances of two massive families would have been an absolute nightmare.
"Nancy, you can either sign the divorce papers quietly, or I can upload these photos of you getting railed to the internet for the whole world to enjoy. Pick one."
Trembling with fury, Faye raised her hand to slap Declan across the face, but Rosalind violently shoved her back.
"Your daughter is a cheap, shameless slut. Don't you dare lay a finger on my son."
Faye screamed back, "What about your precious son bringing a hooker to my daughter's bridal suite on their wedding night? How do we settle that?"
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