I gave him every single thing without a fight. My signature was smooth, fluid, and unhurried.
Now, standing on the courthouse steps, Daniel waved the signed, blue-backed divorce decree in the air like a conqueror’s banner, laughing loudly so his attorneys could hear.
“Well, enjoy economy class, Claire,” Daniel sneered, looking down at my simple leather tote bag with open mockery.
Vanessa smirked, adjusting the massive three-carat diamond ring Daniel had bought with corporate funds. “Oh, be kind, babe. She’s probably never flown without you paying the bill. It must be terrifying to be on a budget at your age.”
I stopped on the fifth step, turning around slowly. The winter wind whipped a stray strand of dark hair across my face, but my expression was a flawless mask of serene, untouchable composure.
“You’ll regret being so difficult during the discovery phase, Claire,” Daniel added, checking his gold Patek Philippe watch. “You could have walked away with a modest monthly allowance. Now you have nothing.”
