I signed the divorce papers without saying a word as my CEO husband smirked and said, “Take the card and disappear. Consider it compensation for wasting two years of my life.” His mistress laughed beside him. They believed I was nothing more than a helpless orphan standing in their way before his fifty-million-dollar investor meeting. What they did not know was that the elderly notary had witnessed everything—and he was about to turn the entire room against them.
The ink on the divorce papers had barely dried when Nathan Pierce leaned back in his leather chair, smiled with absolute satisfaction, and casually pushed a black American Express card across the polished mahogany table. His expression carried the effortless confidence of a man who believed victory had belonged to him long before the meeting even began.
