He sneered. "The company's surname is Galloway, not Weiss. You're just a glorified employee. Who gave you the right to act like you own the place?"
I retrieved my lighter, flicking the lid open and shut. I smiled at him—a cold, predatory expression that made him twitch.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" Ryan barked, his bravado cracking. "You're a nobody now! Get out, or I'll have security throw you out."
I ignored the barking dog and focused on its owner.
"Mila." My voice softened. "Are you truly expelling me from the company for him?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes."
Her chin lifted. "Our marriage was a business transaction. You resolved the crisis, but I've built my own influence now. I won't sacrifice my happiness for gratitude anymore."
Sacrifice? She thought marrying me—letting me save her legacy with my capital and labor while she treated me like dirt—was her sacrifice?
Almost impressive.
Slap.
She threw a document onto the table. "You wanted a divorce? I've already signed it. The company is mine. You were just staff. As for assets, I'm generous—ten million dollars. Take it and leave."
I flipped the folder open. Ten million. For an empire worth billions.