THEY LAUGHED WHEN YOU SIGNED THE DIVORCE PAPERS… UNTIL THE BILLIONAIRE IN THE CORNER STOOD UP AND DESTROYED EVERYTHING YOUR HUSBAND THOUGHT HE OWNED
The divorce papers were still warm from the printer when your husband threw the black card across the table like he was feeding scraps to something beneath him.
It skimmed over the polished mahogany and stopped inches from your hand.
For a moment, nobody in the room spoke. Not because anyone was shocked by Diego Ramirez being cruel. Cruelty had become his favorite accessory over the last year, polished and worn as confidently as the custom watch on his wrist. No, the silence came from anticipation. The kind of hungry, glittering silence people create when they think humiliation is about to become entertainment.
Diego leaned back in his chair and smiled.
“Take it, Isabella,” he said. “That should cover a tiny rental for a month or two. Maybe somewhere with bars on the windows. Consider it severance for wasting two years of my life.”
From the window ledge, Camila laughed without bothering to disguise it.
She crossed one long leg over the other and glanced up from her phone, her mouth curving with the kind of smugness that only exists in people who confuse proximity to power with power itself. She had already begun occupying the emotional real estate of your marriage months ago, long before Diego got around to the paperwork. Now she wore triumph like perfume.
“I think she’s in shock,” Camila said. “Poor thing. She probably thought crying quietly and cooking pot roast would save her.”
You looked at the card but didn’t touch it.
The conference room on the thirty-eighth floor smelled like leather, stale coffee, and expensive impatience. Rain streaked the giant windows behind Camila, smearing Mexico City into a gray blur. Somewhere beneath that blur, traffic crawled past Reforma, millions of lives moving forward without any idea that one more marriage was being gutted in a room above them. Diego loved places like this. High floors. Wide views. Rooms designed to make other people feel smaller.
