“It’s over,” he said quietly. “Get out.”
Her expression hardened. “You can’t just throw me out. We have a prenup. I’ll take half. I’ll say you’re an absent father. Who will they believe?”
Jonathan stepped closer. “Try it. But remember—I installed a full internal security system last month. Cameras and microphones. Every room. Everything you’ve done is recorded.”
The color drained from her face.
“You have ten minutes,” he continued. “If you’re still here, I call the police. Today I’m not a CEO. I’m a father.”
She didn’t argue. Within minutes, her car sped away into the storm.
The house fell silent again—but this time, it felt lighter.
Jonathan carried the children into the living room. He rocked Caleb until he fell asleep, then sat beside Sophie and took her hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said, tears finally falling. “I thought providing all this was enough. I was wrong.”
Sophie looked at him carefully. “She said if we told you, you wouldn’t come back.”
His chest tightened painfully. “That’s a lie. I will always come back.”
“Are you leaving again tomorrow?” she whispered.
He pulled out his phone and called his assistant.