The morning after the banquet, Sophia arrived at Lucas’s penthouse with Ella and a process server. The place was a mess—empty champagne bottles, crumpled napkins, Lucas’s suit jacket thrown over the couch. He stumbled out of the bedroom, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess.“What are you doing here?” he growled, his voice hoarse from screaming.“Filing for divorce,” Sophia said, holding up the papers. “Ella’s already served your lawyer. The court date is set for next month.”Lucas laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “You think this is over? You think you can destroy my reputation, my company, and walk away with half my assets? You’re delusional.”“Actually,” Ella said, stepping forward, “she’s not. The evidence is irrefutable: the affair, the Veridian fraud, the financial mismanagement. You’re lucky she’s not pressing criminal charges. Yet.”Lucas’s face turned red with rage. He lunged toward Sophia, but the process server grabbed him. “Get your hands off me!”“Calm down, Lucas,” Sophia
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