Priscilla whispered, “Ronald?”
But Ronald was no longer listening to her.
His eyes locked on me, not with love, not even regret.
With calculation.
I knew that look.
It was the look he used when he wanted to recover an investment.
“Lexi,” he said gently, “we need to talk privately.”
“No, we don’t.”
“We were married.”
“And now we’re divorced.”
“You kept billions hidden from me.”
“I kept my grandfather’s company safe from you.”
His nostrils flared.
The truth landed harder than the money.
Priscilla suddenly lunged into the conversation, voice trembling.
“You let me stand in that ballroom like a fool!”
I looked at her.
“You did that yourself.”
Her eyes burned. “I was your mother-in-law.”
“You were my monthly liability.”
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Victor stepped forward.
“Mr. Cobb, Mrs. Cobb, you have thirty seconds to leave voluntarily.”
Ronald looked at me one last time.
