“This is over, Chloe,” Grant said, his voice echoing off the high ceiling.

A few administrative staff members turned to look.

“I will strip you of every asset you think you own,” he said.

“You will not have a dime to pay for a lawyer.”

“The grandfather’s trust protects my legal fees, Grant,” I said, holding my side.

“The trust is controlled by a board that I appoint,” Grant said, a cruel smile touching his lips.

“I will have them vote to remove Margaret as trustee before the sun sets.”

Vanessa looked up from her screen, her eyes bright with malice.

“The public relations team is preparing the statement,” Vanessa said.

“We are releasing the medical records showing your emotional instability during the pregnancy.”

“That is a violation of privacy laws,” Margaret said.

“We will pay the fine,” Grant said. “It is a drop in the bucket.”

He leaned in closer to me, his breath warm on my face.

“You are nothing without my name, Chloe,” he said.

“You will be begging me for supervised visits in a month.”

Margaret did not answer him.