I flipped through it page by page. With every line, my heart grew colder.
The agreement spelled everything out clearly. How Viggo would “use” my premarital assets free of charge. How the company we built after marriage would be transferred entirely into his personal name. How he even accused me of “marital infidelity” to claim a larger share of the assets.
In the end, I would walk away with nothing.
Not even the company we had built together. He didn’t plan to leave me even a single damn cent!
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“So that’s how it is.”
I pushed the agreement back across the table, my tone so calm that even the lawyer froze for a second.
“Have my lawyer revise it,” I said. “When it’s done, give it back to Viggo.”
He wants me penniless?
Oh, Viggo, if you don’t end up exactly the way you were before marrying me, with nothing to your name, then I don’t deserve the Victorian family name.
By the time I got home, it was already late.
Cruella was sitting in the living room playing with her toys. The moment she saw me, her face darkened.
“Bad woman! Why are you home so late?”
She frowned, her voice sharp. “Were you out fooling around again?”
I stopped in my tracks. “Cruella—”