The air in the cold, cavernous living room felt thin as Maddy looked up at her mother with eyes that held too much clarity for a three-year-old. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Are you going to divorce Daddy?"
Sarah Vance froze. She didn't have an answer. In the elite world of Haicheng, divorce wasn't just a signature; it was a war of attrition. She would sign the papers in a heartbeat if Arthur Vance surrendered custody of Maddy, but she knew the Vance family ego. They viewed heirs as property. Arthur would never let her walk away with his "bloodline" without a fight that would leave them both in ruins.
"Daddy isn't coming home... is it because there’s a pretty lady outside?" Maddy asked suddenly.
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. A cold, prickling sensation crawled up her sp
