Silence.
“You posted the wedding online.”
Another silence.
“You let the whole world congratulate him.”
I swallowed.
“And then you told me not to make it ugly.”
Joyce whispered,
“I was protecting my son.”
“And who was protecting me?”
She didn’t answer.
“No one.”
I hung up.
Months passed.
The divorce proceedings became complicated.
Ryan’s lawyers tried everything.
They claimed I had abandoned the marriage.
They claimed I had sold the house to deprive him of marital property.
They claimed the trust funds were commingled.
Daniel destroyed every argument with documentation.
Then came the final blow.
The prenup.
Ryan had signed it.
He had forgotten.
I hadn’t.
It stated that any assets transferred to me through my father’s trust remained separate property.
The mansion.
The company shares.
The trust.
All mine.
Ryan received almost nothing.
Except the debts attached to his fraudulent transactions.
Norah’s pregnancy also became part of the legal proceedings.
