“The prenuptial agreement says you don’t get anything. But I’m generous.”
He threw the black card at her.
“There’s money involved. Enough to survive. And you can keep the old car.”
The lawyer standing next to him hesitated.
“The car technically…”
“Let her keep it,” Ethan interrupted. “I’m being nice.”
She smiled again.
“Go ahead and sign it. I have plans for lunch.”
Emily looked at the documents… and then at the card.
Two years ago, he wasn’t like this.
At that time, he was struggling to keep his startup afloat. She supported him, organized everything, and believed in him when no one else did. She even used her own savings to help his company survive.
Now, none of that mattered.
“Do you really think I want your money?” he asked in a low voice.
“Everyone wants money. Especially people who have nothing.”
He mocked her.
“Sign.”
Emily reached into her bag.
Ethan stiffened.
But she just pulled out a cheap pen.
“I don’t want your money,” he said quietly. “And I don’t want the car either.”
He signed carefully:
Emily Reed Carter.
The sound of the pen against the paper seemed louder than it should have been.
He placed it on the table and pushed the documents forward.
“It’s done. You’re free.”
Ethan smiled, satisfied.
“Good. At least you know your place.”
Vanessa clapped lightly.
“Well, that was almost dramatic.”
Emily didn’t answer. She stood up, picked up her bag…
And then a chair scraped its foot behind them.
They all turned around.
The man in the black suit stood up.
Calm. Imposing. Unbreakable.
The lawyer recognized it first.
“Mr… Reed?”
Vanessa frowned.
Ethan blinked. “Who are you?”
The man stepped forward and stopped right behind Emily. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Are you finished, darling?”
The word echoed in the room.
Ethan froze.
Vanessa dropped her phone.
Emily nodded.
“Yes, Dad.”
Silence.
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