“Is that the story you tell yourself so you can sleep at night?” she asked, her voice steady and sharp.
Kimberly let out a shrill laugh that echoed off the high ceilings.
“Oh, please, just sign the papers already because the Nasdaq doesn’t pause for failed housewives,” she snapped.
Christian knocked his knuckles against the wood to emphasize his point.
“Sign it, Geneva, because today you are officially out of my house, my company, and my life,” he commanded.
She reached into her bag, pulled out a plastic ballpoint pen, and began to sign the documents without a single tremor in her hand.
She flipped through the pages, the scratching of the pen being the only sound in the room for several long seconds.
Christian leaned back with a victorious grin as the lead attorney gathered the folders.
Kimberly reached for her phone, already typing out a message to celebrate their new freedom.
“Good,” a voice boomed from the back of the room, cutting through the atmosphere like a razor. “Now that my daughter is no longer legally shackled to this arrogant fool, I can speak my mind.”
Christian’s brow furrowed in confusion as the man in the shadows stood up.