The Calloway side, on the other hand, descended into chaos. Three major projects under their control collapsed the moment the technical teams walked out, grinding to a dead halt overnight.
New products already in production had to be shelved indefinitely when the cash dried up.
Dominic finally panicked.
The first time, he waited for me outside my office building. The second he saw me, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into my own office.
He'd even adjusted the lights to a warm, study-like glow, as if atmosphere alone could soften me.
From behind his back, he produced a document and held it out.
"Ava, isn't this what you're afraid of? That I'll use Calloway Group resources to bankroll Fiona?" He set the papers on the desk between us. "This is a transfer agreement. Sign it, and you become the legal representative of the Calloway Group."
"The house we live in, the cars, every dollar in my accounts. All yours."
He stepped closer, and his expression shifted into something I'd rarely seen from him: tenderness.
"Ava, we've had eighteen years together. We can work anything out. I truly care about you. Can we please not get divorced?"