I looked at them both—truly looked at them—and felt a wave of pity. “Money is no longer your concern.”
As if on cue, a black Mercedes GLS glided to the curb outside the glass doors. A driver in a crisp suit stepped out, opening the rear door and bowing toward the window. “Miss Catherine, the transport is ready.”
David’s face turned a mottled purple. “What kind of circus is this?”
I didn’t answer. I knelt to pick up Chloe, while Aiden gripped my hand with a strength that broke my heart. I looked at my ex-husband one last time. “Rest assured, from this second forward, we will never interfere with your ‘new life’ again.”
As I walked down the steps, the driver handed me a thick manila envelope. “From Steven, ma’am. All the evidence of the asset transfers has been compiled.”
I climbed into the car, the scent of expensive leather a stark contrast to the stagnant air of the office. Looking out the window, I saw David and Megan arguing on the sidewalk, oblivious to the fact that their world was about to be hit by a tactical strike they never saw coming.
