Back then, he was struggling to keep his startup alive. She had supported him, organized everything, believed in him when no one else did. She had even used her own savings to help his company survive.
Now, none of that mattered.
“Do you really think I want your money?” she asked quietly.
“Everyone wants money. Especially people who have nothing.”
He scoffed.
“Sign.”
Emily reached into her bag.
Ethan stiffened.
But she simply pulled out a cheap pen.
“I don’t want your money,” she said softly. “And I don’t want the car.”
She signed carefully:
Emily Reed Carter.
The sound of the pen against paper felt louder than it should have.
She placed it down and pushed the documents forward.
“It’s done. You’re free.”
