I picked up my suitcase, walked to the window, and watched his figure hurry down the steps. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message to my lawyer: Handle the divorce and injury cases in full. Also… deliver two gifts to the signing ceremony.
Then I texted the subsidiary’s director: You can withdraw the investment now.
Half an hour later, I stepped out into the warm sunlight.
Daniel Reed—goodbye forever.
My sweet daughter, Mommy has avenged you.
At the signing ceremony, Daniel adjusted his tie with confidence while Sophie clung to his arm, her belly slightly rounded.
Just as the host was about to announce the start, a courier walked straight to Daniel.
“Mr. Reed? A gift from Ms. Claire Whitmore.”
The first envelope, embossed in gold, was handed over. Daniel tore it open curiously—only for the words Divorce Agreement to leap out at him. His face drained of color. He glanced sharply toward the doors, but I was nowhere in sight.
The second, a plain brown envelope, came next. Inside lay the icy weight of paper: Death Certificate—my daughter’s name printed above a black-and-white photo that stabbed like a knife.