“Then I’m executing tonight. Every device in that building is in one place for the first time in a month.” Keys clacked rapidly in the background. “Stay exactly where you are.

The guillotine is already built. I just needed a reason not to wait until Monday.”

I pocketed my phone and picked up Sophia, wrapping her securely in my arms. She buried her tear-stained face in my neck. I pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering fierce promises that no one would ever hurt her again.

Chloe crossed her arms, smirking. “Calling your pathetic lawyer? Let me guess — you’re going to beg for alimony? It won’t work. Dominic has already papered over everything.

You don’t exist anymore.”

Before I could respond, the private VIP elevator chimed. The polished steel doors slid open, and the building’s Director of Security, flanked by three massive executive guards in tailored suits, strode into the lobby.