Kayla
"I'm leaving," I said firmly, trying to ignore the shaking in my hands. "If he cheats, I'm leaving. No question."
"Says the girl who hasn't seen the amount of a billionaire's divorce settlement yet," Chelsea joked while she signaled the waiter for another round.
Monet leaned in closer, her expression serious. "Actually, I don't think she'd be getting anything. My client—I won't say her name—just got divorced from her husband and she left with nothing because she signed a prenup."
"Wait, Kayla," Cherry said while she put her glass down. "Do you think Damien will make you sign a prenup?"
All their questions were giving me heart palpitations. My chest felt tight because I couldn't tell them the truth—that the whole relationship was just a contract anyway.
"Wait," Jenna added, wavi
