Chapter 8 - The Price of GreedSebastian lunged forward, grabbing the edge of the table. "Vicky, please! Drop the charges! Drop the fraud charges against her! She's pregnant! You can't do this to a pregnant woman!"

I looked down at him with absolute, unadulterated coldness.
"You should have thought about her pregnancy, your new family, and your future before you decided to help her loot my company accounts," I said, my voice cutting through his pleas like a scalpel. "You wanted a real woman, Sebastian? You wanted someone young, sweet, and dependent? Congratulations. You got her. And now, you get to support her, her legal defense fees, and whatever federal fines come down the pipeline—all while unemployed, unhoused, and blacklisted from every major corporate network in the Midwest."
Sebastian stared at me in absolute terror. He finally realized the full, devastating magnitude of his actions. He had traded a secure, multimillion-dollar life with a woman who built empires for a romantic fantasy with a deceitful assistant who had just dragged him straight into a federal criminal investigation.
"I have a flight back to Chicago in two hours," I said, turning away from the table and adjusting my sunglasses. "My divorce lawyers will be filing the dissolution papers based on abandonment, adultery, and corporate espionage. Don't bother calling my cell. You're blocked."
I started walking back toward the private Mercedes parked by the entrance.
"Victoria! WAIT!" Sebastian screamed, scrambling out of his chair and stumbling across the patio after me. "Please! Don't leave me here! What am I supposed to do?!"
I didn't even turn around.
David held the car door open for me, and I slid smoothly into the cool leather interior. As the heavy door shut, sealing out the humid Florida air and the pathetic echoes of Sebastian's cries, I let out a long, shuddering breath.
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The betrayal had hurt—there was no denying that. Eight years of history didn't vanish without leaving a scar. But as I looked at the Chicago skyline gleaming in my mind's future, I knew one thing for certain:
I hadn't lost a husband. I had simply pruned a dead branch.
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