Chapter 499

Chapter 499:

“I thought you liked contracts.” She sounded genuinely baffled, even a bit hurt. “It protects both our interests. I don’t get why you’re so worked up about it p>

I kept my eyes on the document. If I looked at her, she’d see too much.

“Will you at least skim it? We can change anything you’re not happy with p>

Skim it? All I wanted to do was rip the bloody thing into confetti and scatter it to the wind.

Still, I sat down and flipped open the first page.

Most of it read like a remix of the contract I’d made her sign for our fake marriage—clearly, Mira had studied my playbook.

But the real kicker was in the assets section. I had to reread it to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

If we divorced on neutral terms, Mira would walk away with nothing—no settlement, no jewelry, no shares in Nyx Collective—and she’d buy out my stake in Mira Joie at market price.

A clean break.

It was all laid out in plain, emotionless language. To any outsider, it would look not just fair, but generous. Amicable, even.

If I weren’t the one being cut out.

“How long have you been working on this?” I asked, keeping my voice level.

“Not long. Two, maybe three days? I got my lawyer friend to draft it. He did most of the work p>

“Finn Carter p>

She nodded, smiling. “He gave me the friends and family discount p>

Brilliant. Finn Carter. The same guy who took her libel case against Rhys for free, who took her out to lunch, who looked at her like he’d love nothing more than to rip off his shirt and offer her his heart on a platter.

“Looks like Finn’s thought of everything,” I said coolly, tamping down the fury rising in my throat.

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We hadn’t even been properly engaged for two weeks, and she already had an exit strategy.

“He’s good at what he does,” Mira said breezily. Either she didn’t notice my tone or she didn’t care. “But you can still make changes p>

“It says here that if I cheat, or if the break-up’s my fault, you get Nyx Collective. You think I’m going to cheat on you p>

She gave a sheepish shrug. “It’s just a safeguard. These things have to be comprehensive. It’s not personal. Look, there’s also a clause for if I cheat p>

I tossed the document onto the coffee table. “I’m not signing it p>

“Why not?” she asked, staring at me.

I didn’t have an answer I could say out loud.

Mira was only doing what I’d taught her—protect yourself first.

Wasn’t I the one who showed her the first contract? The one that turned love into a business deal?

So why did it feel like a slap in the face now that she’d learned to do it better than me?

My thoughts drifted to Lea. The contrast was jarring. When I met her earlier, she wouldn’t even let me speak to that violent bastard she married. The woman sobbing into her wine last night was gone. I had to pry information about the guy out of Kylian.

She’d had no prenup. Which made things messy. Even if Lea finally agreed to a divorce, it would be a long, bitter slog. Kylian said Pierre’s family would fight it tooth and nail.