Vanessa exited calmly. A Rolls-Royce waited—not borrowed, but owned.
“Vanessa,” Trevor tried. “We can fix this.”
“You told people I was your nanny,” she said.
“You humiliated me.”
“No,” she corrected. “I corrected you.”
She handed him an envelope.
“Divorce papers. Prepared months ago.”
“You planned this?”
“I prepared.”
“The apartment lease is under my trust. Accounts tied to Summit are frozen pending review.”
“You’re taking everything.”
“I’m reclaiming what was always mine.”
She entered the car.
He remained standing.
