Chapter 5 - The Prenup RevelationThe arbitration room was suffocatingly tense. Caldwell sat beside a cheap, aggressive divorce lawyer he had hired on a contingency fee. He looked haggard, dark circles bruising the skin under his eyes.

I sat across from him, flanked by Thaddius and Marcus Sterling. I wore a pristine white Chanel suit. I had never looked better.
"My client is entitled to fifty percent of all marital assets," Caldwell's lawyer barked. "Vance Global was built during the marriage. He was the CEO. We are demanding a payout of five hundred million dollars, plus alimony, given the lifestyle he has grown accustomed to."
Caldwell sneered at me. "You shouldn't have embarrassed me, Phina. Now I'm taking half."
Thaddius sighed, opening his leather briefcase. He pulled out a single, heavily notarized document and slid it across the table.
"What's this?" Caldwell's lawyer asked, frowning.
"That is the prenuptial agreement Mr. Vance signed ten years ago," Thaddius said calmly.
Caldwell rolled his eyes. "That old thing? We signed that when we had nothing. It just says we leave with what we came with."
"Exactly," I said softly, speaking for the first time. "You came into the marriage with thirty thousand dollars in student loan debt and a failed startup. I came into the marriage with a blind trust funded by my late grandfather’s real estate empire—worth two billion dollars. A trust I used to secretly fund Vance Global."
Caldwell’s lawyer was rapidly scanning the document, his face turning pale.
"Furthermore," Thaddius continued, "the prenup includes an infidelity clause. Should Mr. Vance commit adultery, he forfeits any right to standard marital asset appreciation. And we have hundreds of photos of him with his mistress."
Caldwell’s lawyer slowly closed his folder and looked at Caldwell. "You told me she was a housewife who got lucky. You lied to me. I'm dropping you as a client."
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"Wait!" Caldwell panicked as his lawyer stood up. "What about the company?"
"You owe the company, Caldwell," I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto his terrified gaze. "We’ve finished the audit. Four point two million embezzled. I’m giving you a choice. Sign the divorce papers today, walking away with absolutely zero. Or I take the audit to the District Attorney, and you spend the next ten years in federal prison."
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