My phone buzzed again: *Stefan's father just walked out of the board meeting. Never seen him so angry. Screaming about family legacy destroyed. Three generations of work ruined. Stefan looks shell-shocked. CFO in tears.*
I should have felt only triumph. This was what I'd planned, systematic destruction of everything Stefan valued. But memories kept intruding unbidden. His father's pride when giving me a tour of their flagship vessels. Family dinners where he'd treated me like the daughter he never had. All fake, all conditional on me being the perfect wife to his perfect son. All dissolved the moment I became inconvenient, unnecessary, replaceable.
A notification from our banking contacts appeared: *Rodriguez seeking emergency credit line. Multiple rejections already.*
"Ms. Kane?" My as
