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.

Kimberly froze as Christian turned to look at her with a mix of rage and panic.

He realized that every expensive gift and secret apartment he had bought to impress her was now a trail of breadcrumbs for the auditors.

“Those are just administrative errors that can be fixed,” Christian said, though he sounded like a man drowning.

“Not when you are weeks away from an IPO and the market demands absolute transparency,” Robert countered. “The visionary founder narrative is dead, and all that’s left is a man who embezzled funds to support a mistress while betraying his wife.”

The silence that followed was heavy and final.

Kimberly took a step back, realizing the golden goose she had been chasing was about to be cooked.

“Christian, you told me everything was under control,” she hissed.

“Shut up!” he exploded, finally losing his cool and looking like a cornered animal.

Geneva stood up slowly, appearing taller and more confident than she had in years.

“I didn’t come here for revenge or to scream at you,” she said with devastating calm. “I came to give you one last chance to exit this marriage with a shred of dignity, but you chose to be cruel instead.”

Christian looked at her, and for the first time, true terror filled his eyes.

“Geneva, please, I was just under a lot of pressure with the stock market and the media,” he begged.

She raised a hand to stop him before he could continue his pathetic display.

“You don’t love anyone, Christian, you only love the way people look at you when you’re standing on top of a mountain I built for you,” she said.