By the time I finished, tears were streaming down my face.
Humiliation. Rage. Grief.
The man I'd given my whole heart to had been that heartless all along.
Perhaps even God found his cruelty unforgivable. That was why I'd been sent back this time with my memories intact, to claim the justice I was owed.
My father's face drained of color. His palm cracked against the table.
"That animal. He dared do that to my daughter. I'll destroy him."
He was already rising to go find Dominic, but I caught his arm and spoke slowly, deliberately.
"Dad, beating him or cursing him out would be letting him off easy. What we need to do is separate our assets as soon as possible and minimize the damage."
"If he wants to drag the Calloway Group straight to hell, why should we stand in his way?"
My father went still. Then he nodded.
I laid out my plan in detail. Two families bound by marriage meant entangled finances, joint ventures, shared technical teams. Even a divorce required careful maneuvering. Every asset, every project, every key person had to be accounted for in advance. Nothing could collapse before we were ready.