Vanessa chimed in without looking up from her phone.
“She really is. And those meals she made? So embarrassing.”
Ethan laughed.
“My company’s going public next month,” he continued. “My team says it’s cleaner if I’m single. Better image than being married to someone like you.”
Emily looked at him.
“So I’m bad for your stock price now?”
“It’s business. Don’t take it personally.”
He tapped the papers.
“The prenup says you get nothing. But I’m generous.”
He pulled out a black credit card and flicked it across the table.
“There’s money on that. Enough to get by. And you can keep the old car.”
The lawyer beside him cleared his throat.
“The car is technically—”
“Let her keep it,” Ethan snapped. “I’m being nice.”
He smiled again.
“Go ahead. Sign. I’ve got lunch reservations.”
Emily stared at the papers… then at the card.
Two years ago, he wasn’t like this.
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