For six months, he'd done everything to force this divorce. Cut off my living expenses. Gave me the silent treatment. Transferred assets out of reach. Every cruel trick in the book.
And now, at our daughter's birthday party, he said this.
Fine. If he wanted to be rid of us so badly, I'd grant his wish.
I just hoped that when the truth came out, he wouldn't regret it enough to want to die.
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Victor took the signed agreement, barely able to contain the smile tugging at his lips. He was already dialing the legal department before the ink had dried.
"Yeah, it's done. She signed."
"Draft the announcement immediately. Release it after the market closes tomorrow—minimize the impact on the stock price. And get me an inventory of those vacant properties under my name."
I listened to him arrange everything with cold efficiency. I said nothing.
Instead, I bent down and picked up the birthday crown from the floor. The one he'd crushed underfoot.
It was a cheap plastic thing, half the rhinestones already missing.