Last night, after purchasing the lottery ticket, I hadn’t been idle. I had arranged for a thorough investigation into all of Chris’s assets and enlisted a lawyer to draft a comprehensive divorce agreement. The villa, which had been left to me by my father, was not up for negotiation. Chris would retain control of the company, but I had demanded 30% of his shares and 20 million in cash. Most importantly, I sought custody of my daughter.
Unfazed, I leaned back, my posture relaxed. "Chris, whether you agree or not is irrelevant. We’re getting divorced."
With the upper hand, Chris was left with no real choice but to comply. As I waited for his response, Jennifer resumed her melodramatic crying, her sobs echoing through the room.
Chris hurriedly wrapped his arms around her, his voice soft and soothing. "What happened last night? Didn’t you add something to her milk?"
Jennifer looked at Chris, her expression one of concern mingled with fear. "I don’t know what went wrong. Joana’s mental state seemed off this morning. Could it be...?"
Their whispered conversation was clearly audible to me. I could see them exchanging worried glances, clearly uneasy about the unfolding situation.