The comments rippled through the crowd like wildfire.
I could feel the weight of a hundred stares landing on me.
Some were pitiful, some amused, but most of them just wanted a good show.
Just in time, Gerard entered, his jaw tight.
He fixed me with a look and spoke low: “See that? He walks in and leaves with billions. You’re still here talking about divorce. If you’ve got energy to sulk, spend it getting Margaux back. When she kicks you out, don’t come crawling to us. We don’t carry dead weight.”
I just smiled faintly and looked down at my phone.
A video had just come in.
“You’re right, Gerard,” I said. “I stand corrected.”
Meanwhile, on stage, Margaux and Archie looked at each other with the warmth and longing I once dreamed she would show me. She handed him the deed and leaned in for a kiss.
The moment felt soft and intimate. It didn’t seem staged and appeared genuine.
As Archie mentioned, a woman’s spending often follows where her love resides.
He had hardly landed back in the Metropolis when she already presented him with equity and property worth billions. If he stayed longer, Novastar Group might also become his.
But then, none of it had anything to do with me.