It was punishment.
Theresa wanted me to understand that if I stopped funding her demands, I no longer deserved a seat at her table.
The empty plate was not simply an insult.
It was an ultimatum: Pay up, or you don’t belong.
“Get out, Daniel.”
“Mari—”
“Get out of my office.”
“Are you… are you going to press charges?”
Paula answered first. “That depends entirely on your cooperation with the divorce settlement and the financial restitution agreement.”
Daniel walked out looking completely broken. Not because he had lost his wife—he
