Not because it was gold—but because it carried a verdict.
The grand living room of the Whitmore estate was silent, almost like a courtroom—thick with tension, waiting for someone to break. Three years of marriage reduced to a stack of papers on a polished oak table.
“Are you signing today?” her sister-in-law Vanessa Whitmore asked lazily from the couch. “Or do you need time to remember how to write?”
Olivia lifted her gaze, searching for her husband, Ethan Whitmore.
He stood by the window, staring outside as if avoiding reality itself.
“Leave her alone,” said Margaret Whitmore, her mother-in-law, smiling coldly. “She’s probably calculating what she’s losing. Came in with nothing, and she’ll leave with nothing. Fair, don’t you think?”
The family lawyer pushed the documents closer.
“The terms are clear. You give up alimony, property, and any future claims. In return, the Whitmore family agrees not to release evidence of your… misconduct.”
Olivia let the pen fall onto the table.
The sound echoed.
“Misconduct?” she said quietly but firmly. “I never cheated. Not once.”
Richard Whitmore, the family patriarch, sighed impatiently.