Chapter 12

My Sullivan & Cromwell attorney didn’t mince words. “Nathan’s refusing to sign.”

“And you mentioned the lawsuit?”

“His exact words were ‘do what you need to do.“”

I rubbed my temples.

She set down her Mont Blanc, studying me. “Look, I’ve handled Upper East Side divorces for two decades. This isn’t about Pierce & Associates or the billions. He’s not playing hardball over money,”

“Then what?”

“He’s stalling. And without a clean settlement, this could drag through the courts for years.”

Past midnight, I stood at Mom’s bay window, looking down at 73rd Street.

His Phantom was there. Again. Like every night this month.

Rolling up at midnight. Disappearing before sunrise.

my Loro Piana wrap

windows, I could make out Nathan slumped in

open, a mix of desperation and disbelief crossing his

practically fell out of the car, hands shaking slightly as he

His voice cracked like I’d never

softer: “I’m not… I know how this looks. I just can’t sleep in that penthouse anymore. You’re everywhere up there. I was going crazy. This is the only place I can

I’m here-”

Then I’ll go.” I

are you talking

silence spoke volumes.

I’d slapped

Emma, you can’t just-”

whispers turned frantic in

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Chapter 12

“Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You’re forcing me into a court battle, so I’ll make it simple. I’ll leave New York. Two years of separate residences and I can file for

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