"Babe, why are you so worked up this early in the morning?"
Tony wrapped his arm around her waist, but his eyes stayed locked on me.
Five years ago, when Tony had first taken over the company, he hadn't known a thing. I was the one who taught him how to read financial statements, how to negotiate with clients. I handed over every resource I had, even entrusted him with the company seal and the security keys.
Now he was using the power I gave him to cut off every escape route I had.
"You think threatening me with divorce is going to work?"
Tony stood and walked toward me.
"I've had actual control of the company for a long time now. You don't have a cent to your name."
"And that half-dead processing plant your family runs? One word from me, and it goes into liquidation tomorrow."
He reached out and gripped my chin, fingers tightening until my jaw ached.
"You're going to sign that agreement like a good girl."
My head was forced back. I stared up at the face I'd known for years.
"And if I don't?"
Tony shoved my face aside and pulled a tissue from his pocket, wiping his hand like he'd touched something filthy.
Then, right in front of me, he pulled Faith into his arms.