The Unwanted Wife's Final Gift

niversary, a grand affair designed to broadcast stability to the business world. But the guest of honor wasn't me, the lega

s voice echoed, shattering the silence and my carefully constructed composure. All eyes turned to m

than a business contract, a foolish part of me had still hoped. That hope died a final, quiet death as

teps measured and confident. "Ethan," I said, ignoring Chloe.

posure. "What is this?" he as

a transfer of all my shares in Miller Corp, as stipulated in our prenuptial agreement.

ring. "You're giving it all up? Just like that?" he questioned, searching my face for

ords from that afternoon echoed. The public humiliation,

turned to leave, but another wave of pain buckled my knees. "I'm fine," I breathed to my rushing a

my childhood sanctuary, smashed the physical representation of my secret, cherished memory for him, and the

e wanted a quick, clean divorce? No messy legal battles that c

you to go. You'll be my husband, for one last week." My voice, surprisingly strong, dropped to a challen