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I didn\u2019t cry. I didn\u2019t beg. I opened the folder to the signature page. I read the clause he had highlighted:\u00a0The parties agree to a total separation of assets based on legal title ownership. Each party retains sole ownership of assets registered in their name.<\/i><\/p>\n
He thought this clause protected his wealth. He was an idiot.<\/p>\n
I signed my name.\u00a0Anna Vance.<\/b>\u00a0The ink was dark and permanent.<\/p>\n
I closed the folder. I kept one copy and threw the other one back at him. It slid across the hospital sheets and fell to the floor near his polished shoes.<\/p>\n
\u201cCongratulations, Mark,\u201d I said, lying back against the pillows. \u201cYou are a free man. You have your freedom. And you have Chloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark picked up the papers, checking the signature with a greedy grin. \u201cFinally. I should have done this years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet out,\u201d I said, closing my eyes. \u201cTake your mistress and get out of my room. The babies need to sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGladly,\u201d Mark sneered. \u201cEnjoy the diapers, Anna. I\u2019m going to enjoy my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
He grabbed Chloe\u2019s hand, and they strutted out of the room, leaving me in the silence.<\/p>\n
I waited until their footsteps faded down the hallway. Then, I opened my eyes. I reached for the bedside phone. I didn\u2019t call a lawyer. I called\u00a0Security Command<\/b>.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Anna Vance,\u201d I said into the receiver. \u201cCode Black. Initiate the Leadership Transition Protocol. Effective immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n