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.

Christian knocked his knuckles against the wood to emphasize his point.

“Sign it, Geneva, because today you are officially out of my house, my company, and my life,” he commanded.

She reached into her bag, pulled out a plastic ballpoint pen, and began to sign the documents without a single tremor in her hand.

She flipped through the pages, the scratching of the pen being the only sound in the room for several long seconds.

Christian leaned back with a victorious grin as the lead attorney gathered the folders.

Kimberly reached for her phone, already typing out a message to celebrate their new freedom.

“Good,” a voice boomed from the back of the room, cutting through the atmosphere like a razor. “Now that my daughter is no longer legally shackled to this arrogant fool, I can speak my mind.”

Christian’s brow furrowed in confusion as the man in the shadows stood up.

As the stranger walked into the light, the blood drained from Christian’s face almost instantly.

He realized he was looking at the man who owned the very skyscraper they were sitting in.