Chapter 2
Richard stepped forward, his dark trousers swishing against the floor as he fought desperately to regain his shattered masculine dominance. "You can't just sell a premier skyline property without my signature, Rebecca, so stop this ridiculous parlor game right now."
Rebecca offered a serene, pitying smile, slowly slipping the stamped legal documents back into her luxury handbag with deliberate, maddening slowness. "Oh, Richard, you forgot that my family trust owned seventy percent equity in this entire architectural masterpiece before we even married."
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Chloe’s grip on Richard’s arm loosened as the terrifying reality of their sudden homelessness began to dawn on her opportunistic mind. "Wait... you mean we don't own this penthouse anymore? Where are we supposed to live?"
"That sounds like a personal crisis you and your expensive handbag can solve together outside the lobby doors," Rebecca noted brightly, checking her gold wristwatch with quiet indifference.
