Lisa’s POV
Not louder.
Not harsher.
Just… final.
Like the decision had already been made.
Like I was just catching up to it.
My fingers didn’t move.
They hovered over the document, barely touching the edge of the paper like it might burn me if I pressed too hard.
The room felt too quiet.
Too still.
Too controlled.
Even the air felt… watched.
I looked down at the pages again.
Clause after clause.
Condition after condition.
Every line tighter than the last.
Control over my schedule.
My presence.
My role.
My access.
My life.
This wasn’t just a formality as he claimed, it was a cage written in legal language.
My throat tightened.
“You expect me to sign this?” I asked slowly.
Ethan didn’t answer immediately.
He was watching me.
Not impatient.
Not rushed.
Just… observ
