Chapter 6
“What about our residential assets?” I asked, looking through the tiny galley window at the dark Atlantic Ocean below.
“The penthouse on Park Avenue and the estate in the Hamptons are registered under your private family trust, Elena,” David reassured me.
“We filed emergency foreclosure liens on his corporate sports cars thirty minutes ago. He is officially homeless as of 2:00 AM Eastern Time.”
“Thank you, David,” I said softly. “Send the formal termination decree directly to seat 2A via the inflight satellite Wi-Fi system.”
I hung up the satellite receiver, taking a deep breath as the true weight of my victory began to settle over my spirit.
Julian had spent three years treating me like an ordinary airline employee who was lucky to be married to a wealthy tech mogul.
He had forgotten that my late father was the founding chairman of Vance Aerospace—the very company that funded his initial startup capital.
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He had built his entire identity on a throne made of my money, my connections, and my silence.
And tonight, at thirty thousand feet above the ocean, his throne was crumbling into absolute dust.
