“Didn’t work…” Emily repeated softly, eyes resting on the bold title: Dissolution of Marriage.

“Don’t act like the victim,” he sighed. “You were a waitress when I met you. I thought I was helping you. Giving you a better life.”

He leaned back, smirking.

“But you never belonged in this world. You don’t know how to dress, how to talk to investors… you’re just…”

He paused, then shrugged.

“Forgettable.”

Vanessa chimed in without looking up from her phone.

“She really is. And those meals she made? So embarrassing.”

Ethan laughed.

“My company’s going public next month,” he continued. “My team says it’s cleaner if I’m single. Better image than being married to someone like you.”

Emily looked at him.

“So I’m bad for your stock price now?”

“It’s business. Don’t take it personally.”

He tapped the papers.

“The prenup says you get nothing. But I’m generous.”

He pulled out a black credit card and flicked it across the table.

“There’s money on that. Enough to get by. And you can keep the old car.”

The lawyer beside him cleared his throat.

“The car is technically—”

“Let her keep it,” Ethan snapped. “I’m being nice.”

He smiled again.

“Go ahead. Sign. I’ve got lunch reservations.”