He Smirked While Signing the Divorce Papers—Not Knowing His Wife Was the Heiress

of the table, I watched him leave with the same clinical detachment I’d use to observe a failed experiment.

The elevator doors closed on his crying face, and then he was gone.

I sat alone in the boardroom, the city spreading below me like a game board, and felt nothing but the cold satisfaction of a test completed and a hypothesis proven.

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