Natasha’s face lost color.
“You told me you were financially independent,” she whispered.
Alexey finally looked at her, panic flickering across his face.
“I am! It’s just—temporary issues—”
“Temporary?” Inna interrupted softly. “The tax office doesn’t consider them temporary.”
A few guests exchanged glances. Someone coughed. The tension thickened like a storm about to break.
“And now,” Inna continued, “because of the clause you signed—without reading, as usual—everything acquired during the marriage remains with the injured party in the case of infidelity.”
She let the words settle.
“I believe that would be me.”
Silence.
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