Cassie stared at the check, knowing full well that Wesley had recently spent five times that amount on a vintage sports car for his new twenty-two-year-old girlfriend. “What about my personal clothing, my laptop, and my grandmother’s heirlooms?” Cassie asked, her eyes burning with unshed tears.
Wesley stood up and straightened his jacket with a sense of finality that made Cassie’s blood run cold. “Anything that was purchased with my accounts or the company credit cards belongs to me and will remain exactly where it is,” he declared firmly.
He informed her that security would be waiting at their penthouse to ensure she didn’t take anything she wasn’t entitled to. “You have precisely two hours to gather your basic essentials, but I expect no jewelry, no high-end electronics, and certainly no dramatic scenes in front of our son,” Wesley added.
The thought of Toby, their eight-year-old boy, sent a fresh wave of agony through Cassie’s heart. Toby had left for soccer camp that morning with no idea that his mother was being erased from his life before he would even return for dinner.