Chapter 3-6: Audit, Eviction, and New Foundation
It was a long morning. I explained everything to him: Morrison Holdings, the Riverside investment, the profit of over two million dollars, the prenuptial agreement clauses he had imposed on himself. I read the notes in the notebook: the humiliations, the hidden transfers, the preparations for financial infidelity.
I showed him the recordings. The facts. The evidence.
“You tried to control me with hunger,” I said. “I was rebuilding my empire at the time.”
The movers came for Diane. Her screams echoed through the house as they packed her things. Gregory had to choose.
He chose.
A year later, I sat in my office on the 42nd floor of the Morrison-Rodriguez building. The view of Riverside reminded me of where I came from. The marriage had undergone therapy. The finances had been revealed. The power balance had been restored.
Diane received a monthly pension and a no-contact order. She accepted the terms.
Gregory brought me coffee. No sugar. My taste has changed.
“Ready for dinner?” he asked.
“Just a moment. I’m finishing the audit.”
“Whose?”
“Ours.” And for the first time in three years, we’re in the black.
We left together. Equal partners.
I learned the most expensive lesson in life: love without respect is a bad investment.
And my credit cards? I have my own. Black. Titanium. And I never have to ask for permission again.
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