Chapter 92
Chapter 92:
“Henderson,” she said into the phone, her voice slicing through the ambient noise like a scalpel. “It’s time to escalate. Update the filings I sent you last week. We are moving past simple dissolution p>
Liam went pale. “What are you doing p>
“I am amending the petition, Henderson,” Skye continued, ignoring Liam entirely. “I am triggering the asset preservation clause based on marital waste. I don’t just want the settlement cash anymore. I want my fifty percent of the voting shares. File the motion for a temporary restraining order on the corporate accounts immediately p>
She hung up.
Liam’s face went white. “You can’t do that. You already filed for separation. You can’t just demand shares p>
“I just did,” Skye said.
She turned on her heel and walked out. She didn’t run. She didn’t cry. She walked with the steady, terrifying rhythm of a woman who had nothing left to lose.
In the shadows near the bar, Victor Sterling drained his scotch. His phone buzzed in his pocket.
A notification from the bank.
Trust Fund Disbursement: DENIED. Account Frozen by Skye Sterling.
Victor’s hands shook. She had done it. She had cut him off. He looked at her retreating back, the black dress swallowing the light. The alcohol in his blood turned his fear into a hot, blinding rage.
He stumbled out the side door into the cool night air of the parking garage.
Skye was standing by her car, a sleek red sports coupe, talking to an acquaintance who had flagged her down. She was distracted.
Victor pulled a Swiss Army knife from his pocket. He dropped to the concrete, crawling on his belly like a snake. The smell of oil and gasoline filled his nose. He shimmied under the chassis.
He saw the brake line. It was a thin, vulnerable vein.
𝖴𝗇mоd𝗶𝘧ie𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝗮𝗽𝘵𝘦𝘳𝗌 𝘰𝗇 b𝖾.𝗰𝘰𝗆
He sawed at it. The knife was dull, but his anger gave him strength.
Snip.
A clear fluid began to drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Victor scrambled out, his heart hammering against his ribs. He wiped the grease from his hands onto his pants and ran toward the stairwell, nearly colliding with a security guard who was looking the other way.
Skye finished her conversation. “Goodnight, Mrs. Gable p>
She slid into the driver’s seat. The leather was cold against her bare back. She started the engine. The roar of the motor drowned out the sound of her own heartbeat. She didn’t notice the fluid pooling beneath the car.
She put the car in gear and drove out of the garage, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon.
Liam ran out of the gala entrance a moment later. He scanned the driveway, his chest heaving.
“Skye p>
He saw nothing but the taillights of her car disappearing around the corner.