“Ms. Emerald,” the lawyer’s voice was cautious, almost reluctant. “Are you sure about this? If you divorce Mr. Leandro, you will gain nothing. Not the house, not the shares from the company, not even the cars registered under his name. Everything will be lost to you.”
I closed my eyes, letting the silence weigh on me for a beat. Nothing. That word didn’t scare me anymore. What was left to lose when the man who vowed to love me turned into a stranger? When he watched me suffer and called it punishment? When he refused to lift a finger to save the daughter we brought into this world?
“I don’t care,” I said, steady, even when my heart was pounding. “Just send the divorce papers by tomorrow. On our wedding anniversary. It will be my gift to him.”
And before the lawyer could protest, I hung up.
My fingers trembled as I dialed Martin’s number next. He answered on the first ring, his tone sharp as ever.
I swallowed. “Where’s Gwen? Is she really okay?”
There was a shuffle, then Martin’s voice softened. “Talk to her.”
A beat later, the sweetest sound I had ever heard echoed through the line.
“Mommy?” Gwen’s little voice was fragile, like a bird’s wings beating against a storm.