CINDY’S POV
He snatched the papers, his eyes scanning frantically across each line.
“Divorce?! You can’t divorce me, Cindy. You can’t…”
“You’ve been begging for this for years,” I said calmly. “I’m just giving you what you wanted.”
His blurry gaze snagged on the asset division clause, and the color drained from his face so fast I thought he might actually faint.
“Seventy percent!!!! Are you f*****g crazy, Cindy?! How could you want seventy percent of the company's shares and properties? This is my father’s legacy…”
“Your father’s legacy was bleeding out until I poured millions in anonymously to keep the lights on,” I said, a wicked grin tugging at my lips.
“You’re welcome, by the way. I’m feeling generous, so I left you thirty percent. The rest is mine.”
His knees buckled. He hit
