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“Enjoying the wine with your lover, darling? I hope so, because I’ve just frozen your cards, and that bottle will be the last thing you buy with my father’s money.” Julian Thorne, the Senior Vice President of Sterling Media, was sitting in the luxurious velvet booth at Le Monde, the most exclusive steakhouse in Manhattan. Across from him sat Sienna, his twenty-four-year-old junior art director and his lover for the past six months. Julian was forty-five, handsome in his custom-tailored Italian suit, and intoxicated by his own sense of invincibility. He laughed loudly while Sienna traced the rim of her wine glass, whispering promises about their next “business trip” to the Maldives. To the outside world, Julian was the devoted husband of Elena Sterling, the quiet and modest daughter of the firm’s president. To Julian, Elena was nothing more than a stepping stone he had long since climbed past. “You worry too much,” Julian said with a smug smile, gesturing for the sommelier to bring another bottle of Cabernet. “Elena thinks I’m at a board meeting. That woman barely looks up from her gardening. She has no idea.” At that very moment, a waiter approached the table. He wasn’t carrying a bottle of wine, but a thick manila envelope on a silver tray. “For you, Mr. Thorne. Special delivery.” Julian frowned, annoyed by the interruption. He broke the seal, expecting a contract or a bonus structure. Instead, he pulled out a document titled Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. It was a request for an expedited divorce. Confused, he scanned the pages, and the color drained from his face. The document didn’t just demand separation; it detailed an order freezing all his personal bank accounts, the revocation of his corporate credit cards, and a restraining order prohibiting him from entering the marital property in the Hamptons. But the real final blow was in the second paragraph. It stated that Elena Sterling was requesting full custody of their “unborn child.” Julian froze. They had stopped trying to conceive two years earlier after failed fertility treatments. It was impossible. He looked up, his vision blurred, and realized the waiter had just declined his corporate card for the previous bottle. His phone vibrated with a notification: Access Denied – Sterling Media Main Server. Cold, sharp panic finally cut through his alcoholic haze. He jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair. “We have to go,” he stammered to a confused Sienna. But as he rushed toward the exit, his phone vibrated again. It was a text message from Elena. It contained a single image: a screenshot of a “Morality Clause” in his contract that he didn’t remember signing, highlighted in red. To be continued in the comments 👇👇
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