"Thanks, Sis. I owe you one."
Just then, a servant jogged in, breathless.
"Sir, Madam requests your presence at home immediately. She says it's urgent."
Perfect. I had something urgent to discuss with Delia too.
With Michelle backing me and Delia's skyrocketing status in the business world—a status I had secretly orchestrated—the Ashford family would have to accept her. Even if they turned their noses up at her background, they couldn't deny her success.
I hopped into the assistant's car, adrenaline humming through me. I needed to get back to the villa. I needed to tell her the truth.
Once she knew I was the heir to the Ashford empire, she would be thrilled.
The car pulled into the courtyard. I didn't wait for the driver—I rushed out and headed straight for the living room.
The scene froze the blood in my veins.
Delia sat on the sofa in a dress that clung to every curve—far too revealing for a casual afternoon at home. Beside her sat a middle-aged stranger. They were sitting close. Too close.
A cold knot tightened in my stomach.
"Who is this?" I asked, stepping into the room.
"Ethan." Her voice held no warmth. "This is the court's divorce decree. As of today, we're finished."