“I changed the locks on the condo you inherited,” he whispered in her ear. “The 30-million-dollar one. If you don’t like it, we can get a divorce.”
Emily froze. The words hit her like a slap in the face. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Was he serious? Was he really using her father’s death to make such a calculated, self-serving move? At that moment, everything that had once felt stable about their marriage seemed to crumble in an instant.
She wanted to scream, to shout, to demand an explanation. But instead, she did nothing. She stayed silent, processing his words, the rawness of the moment. It felt like the ground beneath her was shifting.
Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm
In the few seconds that passed after Daniel’s words hung in the air, Emily did something unexpected. Instead of exploding in anger or confronting him immediately, she let out a small laugh—one that was half hysteria, half disbelief. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement, but one that came from the utter absurdity of the situation.
