“It doesn’t make sense to you because you never bothered to actually know the woman you married,” Robert said. “You were only ever interested in what you thought she could do for your public image.”
Kimberly stood up by the window, her face turning a sickly shade of pale.
“Attorney Miller,” Robert said, addressing the lawyer without looking at him. “I want a certified copy of everything signed today and the security footage from this room starting from the moment my daughter walked in.”
Miller nodded quickly, his hands shaking as he organized the files.
“This has to be a joke because Geneva told me she was an orphan with no connections,” Christian said with a nervous, broken laugh.
Geneva looked at him with a coldness that made him flinch.
“No, I told you I grew up on my own, but you decided not to ask any follow up questions because a woman without a family was easier for you to control,” she said.
Those words hit him with the force of a physical blow because he knew they were the absolute truth.
Christian had loved the idea that she had no one else to turn to, making her feel eternally indebted to him.
Robert placed his hands firmly on the table and leaned in toward his former son in law.