“It’s just standard estate planning,” he said, carefully slicing a papaya. “I want to make sure we’re fully protecting everything that belongs to our family.”
Margot nodded along without a care in the world, while deep down she was finally learning the real worth of being underestimated by a narcissist.
On Friday, she showed up in a crisp ivory blouse and a pale pink blazer—a look that reminded her exactly who she’d been before she spent half her life dimming her own light so his could burn brighter.
Lucas, two of his shady business partners, and an expensive notary were already waiting in the private conference room.
The documents were laid out neatly in front of her, marked with colorful sticky tabs wherever she was expected to sign.
Lucas smiled at her with an insulting, patronizing calm.