Emma was rich.
Emma was stunning.
Emma had given him children.
And he knew Vanessa was infertile.
He walked toward Emma.
“Emma…” he said softly, lowering his voice. “They’re mine? You’re wealthy now? Maybe we can talk. Maybe we can fix our family… for the children.”
Emma laughed.
A cold, mocking laugh.
“Fix?” she said. “Jonathan, I didn’t come here to get back together. I came to give you a wedding gift.”
She pulled out a document from her luxury purse.
“What is this?” Jonathan asked.
“Read it,” Emma said.
Jonathan read it. His eyes widened. The paper slipped from his hands.
“N-no… this can’t be…”
Vanessa grabbed the paper and read it out loud:
NOTICE OF ACQUISITION
