Part 2
PART 2: I did not go to a shelter. I did not call a friend crying. I walked to the black SUV waiting at the curb, where my driver stepped out with horror on his face and wrapped us in heated blankets before opening the door.
“Take us to the penthouse,” I said.
By dawn, my sons were sleeping safely in a nursery overlooking the city, guarded by two nurses and my private security team. I stood barefoot by the glass wall, watching snow fall over Julian’s world.
Christian arrived at six with folders, tablets, and the kind of calm that made billion-dollar predators nervous.
“We have everything,” he said. “The mansion deed. Vehicle titles. Employment contract violations. His offshore transfers. Eleanor’s forged reimbursement claims. Julian’s emails to the board trying to push you out of subsidiary control without realizing who you were.”
I took the tablet.
There it was: Julian laughing in writing.
Once the babies are born, I’ll force her out. She has no money, no family, no leverage.
Eleanor’s reply sat beneath it.
May you like
Make sure she signs away everything. Women like her scare easily.
I stared holding the tablet until my reflection in the dark screen looked like a stranger...
