The Intern Sat Beside Him, So I Took Everything in the Divorce Chapter 07

The Intern Sat Beside Him, So I Took Everything in the Divorce Chapter 07

The torn pieces of the engagement contract lay scattered across the floor. No one bent to pick them up.

Harold used his cane to push himself to his feet, his face more lined than ever.

“Scarlett, let’s not do anything rash. This … we’ll make this right. The Fultons will give you an answer.”

“An answer?” I said, my voice dripping with amusement. “What kind?”

He glared at Trevor. “Kneel!”

Trevor stood frozen, the red mark from my slap still vivid on his cheek.

“Dad?!”

“I said kneel!”

He didn’t. Harold swung his cane and struck Trevor’s knee, forcing him to the ground.

Mirabel was still pinned by the guards, her mouth muffled, tears carving tracks down her face.

Mrs. Fulton came over, her tone completely changed. “Scarlett, I know our Trevor isn’t much to write home about. But you’ve been with him for three years, and I’ve always thought of you as family—like a daughter to me…”

“Mrs. Fulton, your idea of treating me like a daughter is letting your son show up at some cheap gala with another woman on his arm?”

Her lips parted, but no words came.

“The business between Hayes and Fulton is still active. I don’t want to make this ugly.”

I picked up the documents from the coffee table and slid the asset summary toward Harold.

“This is every resource I’ve poured in over three years. My attorneys will send formal notices within three days—all projects and funds will be settled by the book.”

Harold flipped through two pages, his hands trembling.

“Scarlett …” His voice lost all its authority. “Won’t you reconsider?”

“No.”

I turned toward the door.

Just as I reached it, Mirabel broke free from the guard’s grip and screamed.

“Who do you think you are hitting me?! You think money makes you better than everyone?!”

I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back.

“Get her out.”

The guards dragged her out. Her voice faded down the hall, eventually dissolving into incoherent yelling.

Trevor stayed on his knees the entire time.

In the car, I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment.

“Back to the office.”

Natalie waited for my instructions.

“Call a full management meeting for all department heads at two.”

“Topic?”

“Internal restructuring. Every Fulton-related project and personnel arrangement—reassess everything.”

“Ms. Hayes, the Fultons might push back …”

“I don’t care. Their reaction is their problem.”

I opened my eyes.

“And have PR draft a statement. Hayes Group and Fulton Group have formally terminated their engagement agreement. Both parties are now independent entities, and all cooperation will be renegotiated on commercial terms.”

“Release it today?”

“Yes. No point waiting.”

Natalie took a breath and started typing.

My phone buzzed—a text from Trevor.

I glanced at it.

[Scarlett, you’ll regret this.]

Same line. Same as Mirabel’s. I wondered who copied whom.

I deleted the message and went back to resting.

Regret isn’t in my vocabulary.

I hold enough in my hands that I never need to look back.

Some people, though, should think hard about what they have left after losing me.