His tailored charcoal suit looked untouched by stress. His Italian silk tie sat perfectly aligned beneath a smug smile that had grown stronger with every hour of negotiations. Reporters whispered his name as he passed. Investors were already texting congratulations. In Daniel’s mind, the battle was over.
He had kept the company.
The Hamptons estate.
The contracts.
The money.
And most importantly, his image.
Sarah Bennett, the quiet wife he had spent years underestimating, had surrendered almost everything without a fight.
At least, that was what he believed.
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