Chapter 2: The Paper Fortress
Liam stumbled back, momentarily distracted by the dog’s aggression, and snatched the phone from Clara’s hand. His arrogant smirk faded the moment he looked at the screen. It wasn’t a bank balance. It was a digital copy of a property deed, signed and notarized three years ago—the day after their wedding.
"What is this?" he stammered, his fingers shaking as he scrolled through pages of legal jargon.
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"It's the foundation of your empire," Clara said, standing up slowly. She brushed off her dress with elegant precision. "You were so obsessed with projecting wealth that you put every single asset in a shell company to avoid taxes. And who did you name as the sole beneficiary of that shell company to keep your name off the records? Me. You were so desperate to be 'incognito' that you handed me the keys to your entire existence."
Liam felt the blood drain from his face. The house, the cars, the accounts—it was all legally hers. He hadn't been the master of the house; he had been a tenant in his wife’s estate.
