It was a plastic ring Vincent had won from a vending machine four years ago. He proposed to me with it, and still high off the excitement of our date, I had immediately said yes.
Compared to Stacy's ring—a beautiful silver piece with inlaid diamonds—my ring was less than worthless.
I pulled it off without a second thought and tossed it in with the photo album.
Then I made my way to the study to grab the last of my things from the safe.
Spreading out the files, I began sorting through for the deed to our house, share certificates, articles of incorporation, and a few other documents for properties I owned or jointly owned with Vincent.
It didn't take long for me to discover a disturbing theme.
They were all in Vincent's name
Lily's POV
I called twelve different lawyers, and none could help me.
My own team of legal advisors, men and women I thought were on my side and Hart Inc.'s, quickly proved who they were truly loyal to
Vincent.
After half an hour of listening to them try to manipulate me into thinking I had knowingly signed away everything I had, I ended the call and tossed my phone aside.
I didn’t care about the other properties or the house. All that mattered was the company.