Manager Finch was there too, wearing an apologetic smile. "Mr. Gilbert, Miss Simmons just called. Your access card and facial recognition have been revoked. You can't enter the complex anymore."
"Did something happen between you two?"
"Maybe you could call her and sort it out?"
"We're caught in the middle here—it's pretty awkward for us."
What could I even say?
How much money I'd made for Simmons Corp over the years—others might not know, but Nora knew exactly.
And I'd never seen a dime of real compensation.
In her words: what's mine is yours. We're husband and wife, one body. No need to keep score.
So nothing was in my name. The luxury cars, the house—all under Nora's name.
Even my bank account had never held more than ten thousand dollars.
Standing there at the gate, I smiled at myself.
Laughing at how stupid I used to be.
That night, Nora brought Ethan home.
On the drive, she told him, "I know Alex. He can't survive without me."
"He's probably waiting at the gate right now."
"When we get there, you mock him first. I won't even acknowledge him. Let him stand out there all night."
"Tomorrow, he'll kneel and apologize…"