But I couldn’t afford to collapse. Not yet. I still had to take care of my mom’s funeral.
Once everything was settled, I returned to the villa.
During the time I was locked in the morgue, Verona’s wounds had already healed.
Jericho had taken her on yacht trips, bought her a private island, and even named it after her.
He’d also gifted her a villa of her own.
I saw it all on Instagram.
Once, that might have crushed me and left me gasping for air.
But now, my heart was numb.
My mom’s death had taken with it every bit of love I ever had for Jericho.
All I wanted now was to divorce him, sell every Fowler Corporation share in my hands, and leave him with absolutely nothing!
After gathering my documents, I headed straight to the county clerk’s office with the prenuptial agreement Jericho had signed before.
According to the paper, I didn’t need his permission for the divorce—as long as the contract was valid.
I handed all the paperwork to the clerk.
A moment later, they looked up at me in surprise.
“Ma’am, according to our system, you’re already listed as divorced. And the man tied to your submitted ID… He’s… currently married.”
My eyes widened at that news.
“What? Who’s his spouse?”