Chapter 6 - THE DIVORCE PAPERS
They served him at a dive bar. Daniel was drowning his panic in cheap whiskey when the process server slammed the thick manila envelope onto the sticky counter. The terms were absolute. Full custody for me, zero alimony for him, and a binding nondisclosure agreement. If he contested a single clause, the Ashford legal team would forward the forensic embezzlement files directly to the district attorney. He stared at my signature at the bottom of the page, finally realizing that the quiet, submissive accountant he thought he had married was a ghost. I had always been the one holding the leash; I had just chosen to let it run slack.
