“Ms. Amara,” the lawyer finally replied, his tone measured, hesitant. “I need to be clear with you. If you legally separate from Mr. Aldrin, you walk away with nothing. The house will remain his. The company shares stay with him. Even the vehicles under his name—you won’t be entitled to any of it.”
I shut my eyes and let his words settle. Nothing.
Strangely, it no longer frightened me.
What was there left to lose, anyway? Not after the man who promised to protect me became the one who ordered my pain. Not after he stood by while I was broken and called it discipline. Not after he refused to save the very child we created together.
“That’s fine,” I replied calmly, even as my heart thundered against my ribs. “I don’t want anything from him. Send the papers tomorrow—on our wedding anniversary. Let it be my present to him.”
Before he could say another word, I ended the call.
My hands were still shaking when I dialed Joseph’s number. He picked up immediately, his voice brisk and alert.
“I need to know,” I said, swallowing hard. “Where’s Sienna? Is she truly safe?”
There was movement on his end, then his voice softened. “Talk to her.”
A second later, the sound I’d been aching for filled my ears.