THE BILLIONAIRE'S DIVORCE HE'LL REGRET

“I’m pregnant too.” Delphine says it with soft, theatrical innocence. “Grayson doesn’t know yet. I wanted to wait until the divorce is finalized, so everyone knows I didn’t need to trap him the way you did.”
There it is. The knife, twisted exactly where she wanted it.
I don’t give her the reaction she came for. I just watch her walk out like she already won.
Then I open my bag, pull out the divorce agreement I signed this morning, and slide it into the top drawer of Grayson’s desk, forty pages surrendering every claim I ever had to the Beaumont empire, in exchange for a freedom I never asked for and am done pretending I don’t want.
Three years I spent trying to build a real marriage out of his silences and his absences. Three years I spent making excuses for a man who was never planning to stay faithful to begin with. That woman is gone now, buried somewhere between his affair and the papers in that drawer.
Let him find them. Let him understand, too late, exactly what he traded away for a woman who was only ever using him the same way he used me.
He built an empire worth billions. He’s about to learn there’s exactly one thing his money can’t buy back.