“You can keep fighting me. You can spend months in court. You can put the boys through evaluations and interviews. And even if you win now, I can keep pursuing reunification.”
I felt sick.
Then she leaned closer.
“Or you give me fifty-one percent of the company, and I withdraw the petition.”
I couldn’t speak.
Vanessa smiled faintly.
“You keep your life. I get mine.”
“You’re using your children as bargaining chips.”
“I’m offering a solution.”
“No. You’re threatening them.”
Her expression changed.
“Call it whatever makes you feel better.”
I walked to the kitchen door and opened it.
“Get out of my house.”
She stood.
Before leaving, she stopped beside me.
“If you say no, I’ll pursue full custody.”
I stared at her.
“And if I get it, we’re leaving the state.”
My blood ran cold.
“You wouldn’t.”
She gave me a look I remembered from ten years earlier.
