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Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?” “Yes, it does,” I said, tightening my grip on my shirt to stop my tears from slipping. “We’re going to split the cost of everything you’ve made me endure over the past six years of our marriage—pregnancy, house chores, taking care of the kids. You’re paying for all of it. The deadline is the end of the week.” He froze in shock as I stood up and walked out of the room, the last piece of hope in my heart shattering. Mason and I had been married for six years. Mason Blake, the CEO of L&T Group and head of the Blake family. Marrying him was a mistake. I was just an ordinary office worker who got drunk at a party and somehow ended up in bed with the CEO. He had been drugged too, but for some rea

Mason I didn't even bother opening the folder. The moment the plastic edge hit my palm, I flung it across the bedroom. It skidded across the hardwood floor, spitting out a few stray sheets of paper near the closet."Five million dollars?"A sharp, breathless laugh escaped my throat. She was completely out of her mind.I looked at Catherine, waiting for the punchline, but she just stood there with that eerie, vacant expression she’d been wearing since last night. Six years. For six years, she had played the part of the quiet, submissive office worker who accidentally stumbled into my bed. I knew she’d eventually crack. I knew the calculated patience would break and she’d finally show her true colors. Leeches like her simply couldn't resist the temptation forever; they always came looking for the payout."Is this your grand finale, Catherine?" I asked, looking for a reaction. "Six years of playing the victim just to pull a number like that out of thin air?"She didn't answer. She jus

CatherineI spent the next two days cocooned in the warmth of my mother’s small apartment, basking in the simple, forgotten luxury of being seen and appreciated. There were no early alarms, no rushing to scrub counters before an ungrateful husband walked through the door, and no frantic balancing of ledgers in the dark.When I finally switched my phone back on late Saturday afternoon to stream a movie for Ethan and Mara, the screen violently lit up. Dozens of missed calls and text notifications from Mason flooded the display.Mason: Is this your grand finale, Catherine? Six years of playing the victim just to pull a number like that out of thin air?Mason: You're not getting a cent.Mason: Stop embarrassing yourself and come back home.I smiled and immediately scrolled down to my chats with Sarah.She was the closest person I could call a friend.A sharp uncompromising family lawyer.We were very close during my university days, but with work and marriage overwhelming me, we rarely ke