Checkmate
On the day of the divorce, he walked into the courtroom confident and smug. He thought I’d crumble. He pushed his papers toward me, expecting me to sign the unfair agreements he’d orchestrated.
Then I spoke. And when I did, he saw the change in my eyes.
I showed him the screenshots—the proof of his betrayal, the detailed emails of his deceit. His face drained of color. Everything he thought he controlled—gone in a single breath. I explained, calmly, that I not only knew everything, but I had already acted.
The worst part wasn’t just that he tried to steal my fortune—it was that he underestimated me. In one decisive moment, every empire he had built using my money collapsed around him.
He had planned to destroy me. But in the end, he was the one who lost.
The game was over. And this time, I was the one holding all the cards.
