Chapter 8

When I got home, I took out the luggage I had already packed and moved into a hotel. Then, I contacted the divorce attorney Samuel had recommended. I handed over everything—proof of my assets, share certificates, and the evidence of Gavin's affair with Vanessa during our marriage. "My request is simple. According to both the prenuptial agreement and the law, I want every cent that's rightfully mine. Not one penny less." The next time I saw Gavin was at the law firm. He looked once again like the man he used to be—the aloof, untouchable executive. His suit was perfect, and his expression was cold and sharp. My lawyer was about to speak when Gavin raised a hand to stop him. "Clara, I hope you've really thought this through. Divorce isn't a game. "You've been Mrs. Hart for so many years. You've lived a comfortable life, completely detached from the real world. Are you sure you can survive out there on your own?" He paused, his tone laced with a faint, almost imperceptible trace of d