There was another name on top.
It wasn’t mine.
It was that of a woman I didn’t know.
And next to that name… the same apartment where we lived.
Same building.
Another department.
Another plan.
I felt that I was short of breath.
It wasn’t a discussion about money.
It was a scheduled outing.
For me.
That night, when he sat across from me on the bed, he spoke with a calmness that made my skin free.
“I need a partner, not a burden.
I stared at him.
“Since when have I been a burden?”
He did not answer directly.
“I’m just saying that I want a woman who is on my level.
At my level.
Ten years ago, when he was just starting out and I was earning more than him, that “level” was not a problem.
But I didn’t argue.
I nodded.
“Okay,” I said.
He looked surprised.
“Is that okay?”
“Let’s divide everything.
For the first time in the night, he hesitated.
“Sure?”
I smiled.
“Of course. But then we split everything.
The house.
Investments.
The accounts we opened together.
The company you registered while I signed as collateral without charging a penny.
His expression changed.
Slightly.
Almost imperceptible.
But I saw it.
Fear.
Because what he seemed to forget… It’s that for ten years I handled every paper that came in and out of this house.
I knew exactly where each contract was.
Every transfer.
Each signature.
And there was something he didn’t know.
Something he signed years ago, when he still said that I was “his best decision”.
Something that, if we decided to divide everything equally…
I wouldn’t exactly leave him at an advantage.
That night he slept peacefully.
Not me.
I got up quietly, opened the safe in the studio and took out a blue folder that I hadn’t touched in a long time.
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