Victor’s smile didn’t fade. “You fell,” he replied.
Margaret sighed dramatically. “You’re not destroying my son’s reputation,” she said. “Sign the papers and leave quietly.”
Savannah glanced down at the document. At the top of the page: WAIVER OF CLAIMS. Even the tiny savings account she’d opened before marriage was listed as shared property.
Victor watched her reaction. “You don’t need money,” he said. “You need supervision.”
Her hand slipped into her purse, where her phone silently recorded everything. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared they could hear it.
Lawrence tapped the paper. “Sign here and we’re finished.”
Savannah looked up. “And if I don’t?”
Victor’s gaze sharpened. “Then you’ll be declared legally incompetent,” he said calmly. “You’ll lose everything. Including the right to speak.”
Outside, a car door slammed. One of Victor’s security drivers waited to escort her to an appointment she had never agreed to.
Savannah realized the trap was tightening.
Then her phone buzzed once with a message from an unknown number.
He doesn’t know I copied the videos. If you want out, leave now. Meet me at the courthouse steps.
Savannah’s blood ran cold.