Chapter 8 - The Confrontation at the Office
By January, the legal proceedings had escalated into a fierce courtroom battle. Scott, desperate and stripped of his corporate power, attempted to contest the divorce terms, claiming that Leonora was mentally unfit due to her pregnancy and had "engineered a hostile corporate coup" against him.
On a cold Tuesday morning, during a deposition at Sarah Vance’s downtown law office, Scott finally came face-to-face with Leonora for the first time in two months. He looked disheveled, his tailored suits hanging loosely on a frame that had lost its arrogant posture.
Brooke Ellis had long since distanced herself from him, resigning from Whitmore Capital and disappearing from the social circuit the moment the federal fraud investigation became public knowledge.
"You ruined everything," Scott hissed across the mahogany conference table, his voice shaking with bitter rage. "I built Whitmore Capital from the ground up! I gave you a life of luxury, and you destroyed it out of spite!"
Leonora didn't flinch. She sat upright, nine months pregnant, radiating a calm, unshakeable strength that made Scott look like a petulant child.
"You didn't build an empire, Scott. You built a prison," Leonora said evenly. "You used people—your employees, your colleagues, your business partners, and even your own seven-year-old daughter—as tools to prop up your ego. You thought you could control every variable in your life while leaving human collateral in your wake. But you forgot one simple rule of mathematics:"
She leaned forward slightly, her dark eyes locking onto his.
"When the foundation is built on lies, the whole structure eventually collapses under its own weight."
Scott opened his mouth to retort, but Sarah Vance calmly slid a final document across the table—a signed stipulation of asset division and full primary custody agreement, already endorsed by the family court judge.
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"Sign on the dotted line, Mr. Whitmore," Sarah said briskly. "Or we let the federal prosecutor unseal the offshore account indictments before the sun goes down."
Scott stared at the paper, his hands trembling violently. With a defeated, hollow sigh, he picked up the pen and signed his name away.
