Chapter 8 - Reclaiming Her Empire
Six months later.
The air in the penthouse was peaceful. No screaming, no designer shopping bags cluttering the hallway. I sat at my home office desk, my baby bump beautifully round, reviewing blueprints for my next real estate development project.
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Without the toxic weight of Julian and Eleanor, I was flourishing. I had filed for divorce and full custody. My lawyers had mathematically decimated Julian in court, easily proving financial abuse and neglect.
He was living in a studio apartment, taking the subway, his Tom Ford suits replaced by off-the-rack clearance items. Karma hadn't just knocked on his door; it had kicked it down.
