“My company is going public next month,” he continued. “My team says it’s better if I’m single. A cleaner image than being married to someone like you.”
Emily met his gaze.
“So now I’m bad for your stock value?”
“It’s business. Don’t take it personally.”
He tapped the papers.
“The prenup says you get nothing. But I’m generous.”
He flicked the black card toward her.
“There’s money on it. Enough to survive. And you can keep the old car.”
The lawyer beside him hesitated.
“The car technically—”
“Let her keep it,” Ethan cut in. “I’m being kind.”
He smiled again.
“Go ahead. Sign it. I have lunch plans.”
Emily looked at the documents… then at the card.
Two years ago, he wasn’t like this.
