The Prenup: Her Revenge

er' s stuffy office. Back then, it felt like a formality, a strange but necessary piece of paper for two successful peopl

delity on the part of David Miller, all marital assets, includi

he clause drafted. Now, it was her only life raft. A cold s

g her from the memory. I

d is pulling out all the stops. A grand ballroom, a five-course meal, he even wants a

l be, Eleanor. A surprise for everyone. Make sure the large projection scree

have a little 'thank you' video

g the call. Oh, it was a video, alright. Bu

e prenup and tucked it away. David walked in, his architect' s portfolio under his arm, a

heek. It felt like a brand. "Smells amazing in

em, her head resting on his shoulder. Within seconds, it was on his Instagram. The caption read: Home to m

lling in immediately. C

g. The man holding

fore her, his eyes full of what she thought were sincere tears, and promised her f

All

ago. His phone, which he' d forgotten on the passenger seat, connected automatically to the

ickening feeling, ha

u have no idea how good it feels to be in your arms again. I can' t wait until you' re finally free of her. She doesn'

had to pull over, her hands shaking so ba

nner pocket of his suit jacket from his last "business trip" was a single, Chanel pearl earring. It wasn' t hers

ver his shoulder as he set the phone down. A message from a contact named "S-Work" glowed on the screen. The plans are almost re

. He thought he was in control. He thought he was planning her a birthday surprise. He had no idea she wa