He fell silent.
I pushed the prenup toward him.
“You weren’t marrying a poor woman.”
He swallowed.
“You were marrying someone you thought you could control.”
Silence filled the apartment.
Then Arthur’s phone rang.
Charles.
He ignored it.
It rang again.
And again.
Finally, Arthur answered.
His father was shouting loudly enough for me to hear.
“Our lender just froze discussions! What did you do?”
Arthur looked at me.
I remained silent.
Charles continued.
“Northbridge withdrew completely!”
Arthur lowered his voice.
“Dad… Claire owns Northbridge.”
Silence.
Even from across the phone, I could feel the shock.
Then Charles finally spoke.
“What?”
Arthur closed his eyes.
I removed my engagement ring and set it beside the prenup.
“The wedding is off.”
