His eyes burned with fury, but I still caught the fleeting trace of satisfaction at the corner of his lips.
Then, David pulled out the pre-marriage contract and coldly threw it in my face.
"Since you were the one who betrayed me first and even had a bastard with someone else, according to our contract, you leave with nothing!"
I let out a cold laugh and said nothing. That so-called "contract" was only valid on the condition that we were legally married. In both of my lives, even after our child was born, we had never actually registered our marriage. A wedding had taken place. Yet, when I brought up getting the marriage certificate, David hesitated and held me in his arms, trying to persuade me
"It’s just a piece of paper. We already had the wedding, so we’re already husband and wife. The company is going public soon and I’m really busy. Let’s handle the paperwork later, okay?"
Of course, I knew exactly what he was scheming.
Right now, everything my parents gave me is considered premarital property. But if I only inherit it after the company goes public, those assets would be counted as marital property—meaning David would be entitled to half.