They also did not know I was the silent investor who had saved Dominic’s failing company two years earlier through a holding firm. I owned sixty-two percent of it. The mansion had been bought through that same firm. Even Dominic’s luxury car was leased under my company’s name.
I had hidden everything because I wanted to be loved without money poisoning the relationship.
Instead, my silence had only made me look weak.
Sophia arrived before sunset. I signed the divorce petition, an emergency protective order, and instructions freezing every asset connected to my holding company.
“Are you certain?” she asked.
I looked at the empty chair where my husband should have been.
“Completely.”
A nurse helped me leave through a private exit. I took nothing from that life except my mother’s necklace and the hospital bracelet around my wrist.
That night, Dominic was in our bed with Paige, his mistress, drinking champagne and laughing because Victoria had told him I had finally “run away.”
Then Dr. Reed called.
“Your wife was pregnant,” he said. “She lost the baby. And the fertility tests you requested last month are conclusive. You cannot father children.”
Dominic’s phone fell from his hand.
Then my message appeared.
“Enjoy the family you chose.”
PART 2
Dominic called forty-three times before midnight.
I did not answer once.
