POV: Fiona
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the blank wall.
It had been hours since I left Maxwell in the breakfast room. I had told him no. I had told him to learn how to be poor. And for a little while, it felt incredibly good to say it.
But as the afternoon went on, my mind started to race.
If Maxwell lost his company tonight, he would blame me forever. He would tell everyone that his crazy, emotional wife ruined his life. He would use his lawyers to drag out our divorce, making my life a living nightmare just to punish me.
I didn't want him to have that power over me. I wanted to leave him, yes. But I wanted to walk away cleanly. I wanted to leave him when he was at the very top of his billionaire mountain, so he would know, without a single doubt, that his money meant
