Graphs and financial audits began to glow on the screen, showing a series of red flags.
“My investment group controls twenty seven percent of SkyGrid, and the other major funds are waiting for my signal,” Robert explained. “For the last two days, they have been reviewing some very interesting internal inconsistencies.”
Christian’s face went completely white as he realized the depth of the trouble he was in.
“What inconsistencies are you talking about?” he asked, his voice cracking.
Attorney Miller sighed and wiped sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
“The recent audits show company funds being used for personal luxury expenses and transfers to firms linked to your associates,” Miller whispered.
Kimberly froze as Christian turned to look at her with a mix of rage and panic.
He realized that every expensive gift and secret apartment he had bought to impress her was now a trail of breadcrumbs for the auditors.
“Those are just administrative errors that can be fixed,” Christian said, though he sounded like a man drowning.
“Not when you are weeks away from an IPO and the market demands absolute transparency,” Robert countered. “The visionary founder narrative is dead, and all that’s left is a man who embezzled funds to support a mistress while betraying his wife.”
The silence that followed was heavy and final.
Kimberly took a step back, realizing the golden goose she had been chasing was about to be cooked.
“Christian, you told me everything was under control,” she hissed.
“Shut up!” he exploded, finally losing his cool and looking like a cornered animal.
Geneva stood up slowly, appearing taller and more confident than she had in years.
“I didn’t come here for revenge or to scream at you,” she said with devastating calm. “I came to give you one last chance to exit this marriage with a shred of dignity, but you chose to be cruel instead.”
Christian looked at her, and for the first time, true terror filled his eyes.
“Geneva, please, I was just under a lot of pressure with the stock market and the media,” he begged.
She raised a hand to stop him before he could continue his pathetic display.
“You don’t love anyone, Christian, you only love the way people look at you when you’re standing on top of a mountain I built for you,” she said.
He reached out to touch her hand, but she stepped back with a look of pure indifference.
“The difference is that I would have stayed if you had lost everything, but you threw me away the moment you thought you were untouchable,” she added.
Robert offered his arm to his daughter, and she took it with a tired but resolute smile.
As they walked toward the door, Christian collapsed to his knees, his polished image completely shattered.
“Geneva, don’t leave me like this,” he sobbed.
She paused at the doorway without turning around to face him.
“I didn’t leave you like this, Christian, you ended up here the moment you confused my loyalty for weakness,” she said.
They exited the room, leaving the lawyers to deal with the fallout of the leaked IPO suspension.
By the time they reached the lobby, the news of the investigation was already hitting the financial wires.
The man who wanted to be a legend was now just a cautionary tale about greed and ego.
As the elevator doors opened, Geneva looked at her reflection and felt lighter than she had in a decade.
“Are you okay?” Robert asked softly.
Geneva took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and finally smiled.
“I am now,” she replied.
THE END.
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