Whatever Dominic told his parents, it worked. The very next day, a lawyer arrived bearing the divorce agreement and the share transfer contract.
After confirming the compensation figures were correct, I signed my name with a flourish.
A month later, Dominic and I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the divorce.
Caroline came along, of course. She cradled her lower belly, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Sister-in-law... oh, excuse me, *Miss* Fox." Mock sweetness dripped from her correction. "Dominic and I are getting married. You simply must come. He said it's going to be the most luxurious wedding of the decade, for me and the baby. He hopes you'll be there to witness it."
I took the invitation with a smile. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. I have a big gift to deliver, after all."
Three days later, I arrived at the wedding venue flanked by several burly bodyguards. As soon as we entered, I signaled them to disperse into the crowd.
Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps because his obsession was finally being realized, Dominic had spared no expense. The wedding was extravagant.