Every page.
Every clause.
Because he thought I was the one with nothing.
My father’s voice dropped.
“Clause seventeen. Moral misconduct. Clause eighteen. Physical harm. Clause nineteen. Fraudulent concealment of extramarital assets. Clause twenty. Abuse of marital residence. You triggered all four tonight.”
Adrian looked sick.
Vanessa whispered, “What does that mean?”
I answered her.
“It means the house is mine.”
Adrian’s head snapped toward me.
“The house?” he rasped.
“And the company shares held in marital escrow,” I said. “And the acquisition guarantees. And the voting rights. And the emergency transfer authority you signed because you thought it would never matter.”
Vanessa’s face turned pale beneath her makeup.
Adrian breathed through his mouth.
“No,” he said again, but this time it sounded like a prayer.
