The video stops.
No one presses pause.
It simply ends.
Margaret Lawson standing inside Adrian’s office.
Her calm voice echoing in the silence.
“Victor told me you might refuse.”
“So I came prepared.”
The screen goes dark.
And suddenly the room feels too small.
I can’t breathe.
Because the woman in that video—
The one standing there with divorce papers in her hand—
The one who walked into Adrian’s office ready to dismantle our marriage—
Is me.
Marcus leans back slowly. “Well,” he mutters. “That’s… not great.”
I barely hear him.
My chest tightens as something heavy settles in my stomach.
Shame.
Not the kind that flickers and disappears.
The kind that sinks deep and refuses to move.
Three years ago… I came to that building to leave Adrian. To destroy the only person in thi
