“That’s the divorce petition,” she said, “and an emergency injunction freezing every joint asset.
Effective tonight.”
He looked up at her, and all the corporate polish was gone; what was left was just a frightened man on the floor of his mother’s party.
“Odette.
We can fix this.
I’ll pay back every cent, I swear it, just — please, don’t do this.”
“I don’t want your promises, Dorian,” she said.
“I want full legal accountability.
There’s a difference, and you never once learned it.”
She turned to face what was left of the room — the stragglers, the servers frozen with their trays, the family in ruins around her.