Chapter 4

Charles returned to our shared residence expecting to find me waiting, probably crying or begging for his attention. Instead, he found an empty bedroom and a meticulously organized desk with a stack of documents waiting for his signature.

I imagined his face as he realized what I'd taken—not just my personal belongings, but my rightful share of everything we'd built together. Ten years of strategic partnerships, business contracts, and financial investments that I had personally negotiated were now legally mine.

I picked up my phone the very second it rang. I didn't need to guess who was calling. There he…