Chapter 7
"You have exactly ten minutes before the new security team deactivates your biometric access codes," Arthur announced coldly, checking his watch with clinical precision.
Richard clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned stark white against his burgundy shirt cuffs. "Rebecca, we can talk about this like civilized adults; let's not make a public spectacle of our marriage."
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Rebecca laughed softly, a genuine, melodic sound that drove the final nail into the coffin of his bruised ego. "Our marriage ended the moment you brought her through these front doors, Richard."
She turned away from him, walking toward the sunlit balcony to admire the sweeping view of the American metropolis below. The wind caught her blonde hair in the neat top bun, framing her triumphant silhouette against the bright blue sky.
