Plus, my father had left me an irrevocable trust designed to activate under specific conditions—including divorce. That moment had come.
As Addison’s voice rang out with the final figure, Grant’s arrogance evaporated:
$14,250,000.
The smirk on his face crumbled. His condescension, his dismissive tone, his “unemployment” jibes—they all died in the air between us.
I leaned back, calm, smiling coldly. “It was waiting for the right moment,” I said. “And thank you for providing it.”
The minivan was his to take, but the war for my future? That had just begun.
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