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.

Loro Piana

tinted windows, I could make out Nathan slumped in the driver’s seat, still

open, a mix of desperation and disbelief crossing

hands shaking slightly as he

cracked like I’d

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-”

I cut him off.

stilled. “What are

silence spoke

like I’d

you can’t just-”

in the

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Years of Love, Seven Minutes &

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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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