Then I handed Adrian the divorce petition.
He gave a bitter laugh.
“You think you can take everything?”
I met his eyes.
“No.”
“I’m taking only what belongs to me.”
He still assumed that meant half.
He had forgotten that the penthouse belonged to my trust.
The voting shares had never been marital property.
And our prenuptial agreement clearly protected inherited asseTS.
For once, Adrian had nothing to say.
Adrian came to the penthouse the following morning,
furious that his key no longer worked.
I let him inside because my attorney, a security officer, and a process server were already waiting.
“This is my home,” he snapped.
“No,” I said calmly.
“It was our home.
The property belongs to the Vale Family Trust.”
Adrian paced across the room.
“You’re punishing me because I made one mistake.
”
“One mistake?”
I looked at him.
