The boy looked at his father, then at Noah, realizing in one devastating instant that his entire lavish life was built on stolen bread.
PART 5: The Heir Disowned
The silence that followed Ethan’s dropped certificate was heavier than the winter ice on Lake Michigan.
Vincent did not look at Ethan; his towering frame remained locked on the woman who had poisoned his existence for two decades.
“Frank,” Vincent spoke, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly quiet register that meant executions were about to take place in the Chicago boardrooms.
“Yes, Vincent?” the veteran attorney answered, standing at attention with his silver pen hovering over his legal pad.
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“Execute Section Twelve of our prenuptial agreement immediately on grounds of grand larceny and systemic fraud,” Vincent commanded.
Sophia let out a high-pitched, strangled shriek, rushing toward the table to drop to her knees beside his leather armchair.
“Vincent, no! You can’t leave me with nothing! We have been married for seventeen years! Think of Ethan!” she wept, clawing at his trousers.
