Victoria's POV
I couldn't breathe.
The words on the contract blurred before my eyes, but I had read enough. My entire inheritance—the property, the funds, everything my parents had left me—was now in Ethan's name. I clutched the document, my hands trembling, as memories came rushing back, each one more painful than the last.
It had been a year ago. Ethan had sat across from me, he had spoken to me in a reassuring tone and a coaxing smile. "It's just a formality," he had said. "You're investing in our future. This will make everything smoother for the business."
I hadn't hesitated. I had trusted him. Completely. How could I not? I was willing to spend the rest of my life with him.
Now, that trust felt like a cruel joke. He had used my love—my blind faith—to steal everything
