She signed the divorce without saying a word… but no one in the room knew that her multimillionaire father was watching every second of the humiliation.

The office air was thick with the scent of burnt espresso, sandalwood perfume, and a cold, unspoken hostility.

Geneva didn’t look up when her husband tossed the thick stack of legal documents onto the mahogany table in front of her.

She stared at the signature line as if it were an autopsy report rather than the final chapter of their seven year marriage.

“Make it quick,” Christian Wylde said, checking his platinum wristwatch with an air of practiced indifference. “I have a luncheon with the board at the country club and I’m not going to be late over some neighborhood drama.”