The silence in the room was thicker than the leather-bound contract in Nathan’s hands. He stood tall, dressed in his navy suit, holding the divorce papers as if they were a trophy.
“Here,” he said coldly, tossing the blue folder onto the glass coffee table.
Amelia sat perfectly still on the cream-colored sofa, her back straight, fingers laced in her lap. She looked flawless in her ivory pantsuit, not a wrinkle out of place, not a tremble in her hands.
“You’re not going to say anything?” Nathan asked, his voice tinged with irritation. “No begging, no questions, no tears?”
She looked up at him, her eyes calm, almost… amused.
“No, Nathan,” she replied smoothly. “I’m done playing that game.”
Nathan frowned. “What game?”
“The one where you pretend you’re still the man I married, and I pretend I haven’t known about Michelle for six months.”
His jaw twitched. “You knew?”
“I’ve always known,” she said with a soft shrug. “You just thought I wouldn’t do anything because I was comfortable. Because I kept quiet.”
Nathan was silent, unsettled by her composure.
“Well,” he said stiffly. “I suppose this makes it easier. Let’s make it official and move on.”
She stood then, graceful as ever, and walked to the console by the window. She opened a drawer and pulled out a thick envelope.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“My response,” she said, placing it neatly on top of his blue folder. “I had it drafted weeks ago.”
He opened it and frowned. It was her own set of divorce terms.
“These terms are outrageous,” he scoffed. “You want the house, both cars, and fifty percent of the company shares?”
Her eyes met his, sharp and unyielding. “Correction—I want the house, the cars, and your fifty percent of my company shares.”
Nathan’s laugh was incredulous. “Your company? You mean the business I helped you start? I fronted the capital!”
“And I turned it into a multi-million dollar enterprise,” she said coolly. “Your name is nowhere on the documents. I checked.”
He blinked. “You’re bluffing.”
Amelia turned to her laptop, opened a folder titled Legal – Ironclad, and displayed signed ownership documents, registration certificates, and emails with timestamps.
“Everything’s been in my name since day one,” she said. “You were just the cheerleader.”
Nathan looked as if he’d been slapped.
“You waited for this moment,” he muttered.
“I did,” she replied, voice calm but steady. “Because I knew you’d eventually show me exactly who you are.”
He paced the room now, frustrated. “You think you’ll win everything in court?”
“I won’t need to,” she said, sliding another paper forward. “That’s a letter from Michelle’s husband. He’s more than willing to testify on my behalf—especially after seeing your texts.”
Nathan’s face paled.
“And there’s more,” she added, “but I think this is enough for you to reconsider who’s holding the cards.”
He sat down, suddenly very quiet. For the first time, Amelia saw him for what he truly was—small, panicked, exposed.
“You never loved me,” he said bitterly.
She tilted her head. “No, Nathan. I did. Until you made sure I couldn’t anymore.”
Flashback: Seeds of Strength
Six months ago, Amelia found the first text.
At first, she told herself it was just business. Michelle worked at Nathan’s firm. But as the messages grew more suggestive—and eventually explicit—Amelia stopped pretending.
But instead of confronting him, she began preparing.
She moved company assets into secure trusts, hired a forensic accountant to document finances, and quietly bought out Nathan’s silent stake in one of their joint ventures. He didn’t even notice.
Then she hired the best divorce attorney in the city. A woman with a reputation for precision and a taste for revenge.
And she waited.
Now
Nathan sat on the edge of the sofa, hands clasped. “What do you want?”
“I want you to sign,” she said. “Sign everything over peacefully. In exchange, I’ll keep the press out of it. No public disgrace. No boardroom shame.”
He hesitated.
“You’ll still walk away with money,” she added. “But not a legacy. That’s mine now.”
For the first time in years, Amelia felt free. The weight was gone. She hadn’t raised her voice. She hadn’t cried. She had simply… taken control.
Nathan reached for the pen.
“I hope she was worth it,” she said quietly as he signed.
“She wasn’t,” he muttered.
Amelia picked up the documents and slipped them into her case. “Goodbye, Nathan.”
She turned and walked toward the door, heels clicking with confidence.
He called after her. “What will you do now?”
She paused, smiled over her shoulder.
“I’m building something bigger.”
And then she was gone.
To Be Continued… ♟️