The words hit harder than Abigail expected, yet she refused to let them see her break under their cruelty. She sat still, holding the pen, refusing to give them the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.
The family attorney leaned forward and pushed the papers slightly closer to her, speaking with rehearsed indifference. “The agreement is simple, you waive any claim to assets, support, or future compensation, and in return the family will not release certain evidence regarding your misconduct.”
Abigail’s eyes sharpened instantly as her heart pounded. “I never cheated,” she said firmly. “Not once.”
Edward, the family patriarch, let out a dismissive breath and leaned back in his chair. “We have photographs,” he said coldly. “If you refuse to sign, the entire city will know exactly what kind of woman you are.”
Her blood ran cold as she turned back to Caleb, silently begging him to deny it. “Look at me,” she said softly. “Tell me it is true.”
Caleb finally turned, his face completely blank, and his eyes carried none of the warmth she once loved. “Just sign the papers, Abby,” he said flatly. “Go back to your father and that repair shop, because you never belonged in our world.”
Something deep inside her broke in that moment, not just her heart but the belief that any of this had ever been real. Before she could respond, a distant engine sound cut through the silence and grew louder.
Three black luxury sedans entered through the iron gates and stopped in front of the house, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. Caleb frowned slightly as he looked toward the driveway.
“Who is that,” he asked, confusion slipping into his voice.
No one answered, because the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the marble hallway moments later. The door opened and three men in dark suits walked in, followed by a familiar figure.
