Because of his first love, my husband threw $250 million at me and demanded a divorce. Then he looked at our seven-year-old son and said, “Divorce me. The child is yours. I don’t have a son with such a low IQ.” But on the day we walked into court, my little boy needed only ten seconds to bring their entire family crashing down. / Chapter 4 / 10

Chapter 4 - The Courtroom Doors

The morning of the hearing, the courthouse steps were swarming with financial reporters. Rumors of a massive corporate divorce had leaked to the press.

Julian arrived in a fleet of black SUVs, stepping out with Clara on his arm. He waved to the cameras, playing the part of the handsome, unstoppable CEO.

Then, my car pulled up.

I didn't step out looking like a broken, discarded wife. I wore a razor-sharp white blazer and tailored trousers. Beside me was Leo, looking like a miniature James Bond in his custom navy suit.

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"Mrs. Vance! Are you prepared to lose everything?" a reporter shouted.

I didn't answer. I just held my head high, squeezed Leo’s hand, and walked through the heavy oak doors. Today was not about losing. Today was about taking it all back.