My phone filled with missed calls and angry voicemails as I drove away.
“Come back and apologize to Chloe!” one voice shouted.
“How dare you hurt her, I'll kill you!” another screamed.
“Don’t make me make you regret this!” the next one came in.
“I’ve lost my patience, Amber, I've tried to be nice but you've pushed me. Whatever happens is on you.”
The last one sounded eerily calm and for a moment I was tempted to pick up the call but I ignored it and went straight to the lawyer.
“Mrs. Morales,” he said with the old courtesy. “Always a pleasure.”
“Start talking. What did you mean on the phone?” I demanded.
He slid a paper across the desk. My name stared back at me with my signature on a clause I never saw before.
“This says if you divorce Jason, he gets the company,” he said. “You signed it.”
“I didn’t sign that,” I said, panic rising.
“You did,” he replied. “You asked me to do what Jason wanted when you married. You agreed.”
A flash of memory hit me as I recalled the wedding night, a paper he’d asked me to sign claiming it was “just work.” I had trusted him then. I had signed without reading it.