The Billionaire’s Bloody Regret
Still, one final, broken question escaped her, flung toward the empty stairwell.
“Julian,” she cried, her voice cracking. “Did you ever love me? Even for a minute?”
He paused on the landing. He didn’t turn around.
“No,” he said flatly. “Never.”
That was the final nail. Her heart didn’t shatter; it went numb.
Tears slid silently down her face, soaking into the legal papers.
With shaking hands, she opened the documents.
Non-disclosure clauses. Asset divisions. Punitive conditions. She flipped to the settlement page. It was laughable. No property. No alimony.