His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 15

I nodded. "Yes. I'm done with this marriage. I want what's rightfully mine. You can keep your apologies, Nathan. They don't matter anymore."

For a moment, he froze, as if trying to comprehend the sudden shift in me. Then, slowly, he nodded, his voice broken. "Okay... I promise. I'll give it back."

I knew Nathan held a grudge against both me and my mother. He had always believed that my mother had only kept him around because of his talent, using him to save our family's struggling company. He would laugh bitterly sometimes, calling himself the dog my mother had raised to do her bidding. She held the leash, and he resented her

for it.

however, was far more painful. When my parents had divorced, my father had been too wrapped up in his new lover to care about our family. He didn't want anything to do with me, and he

mother and I who tore him and Sienna apart. That misconception festered in him for years, coloring

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bankruptcy under our management had turned into something extraordinary under his control. Each day it grew stronger, more successful.

capable, and effortlessly charming. People

went, calling him a gentleman, a visionary. That's why my mother had no hesitation leaving me in

and he inherited their vast fortune. The moment he became a Johnson, he folded my family's company into the Johnson Group, as if it were the natural course of events. At the time, I didn't object. We were married, after all,