Matilda’s hands shook as she unfolded the papers, tears making the ink blur. “So many details…” she whispered to the room, her voice a fragile thread. Every asset, every memory she shared with Vincent was reduced to numbers and terms. She felt the sting of betrayal seep deeper into her soul.
Flipping through page after page, Matilda muttered to herself, “He’s been planning this for a long time, hasn’t he?” The meticulous timelines and details pointed to months of secret preparations. She slammed the papers down, her face flushed with a sudden surge of anger. 10