CHAPTER 104

After filing the divorce papers, my heart felt heavier than ever. I hadn’t imagined it would feel like this—so final, so utterly devastating. But I had made up my mind. Cynthia’s threats were real, and no matter how much it pained me, this was the only way to protect Thiago and his company. If I didn’t do this, everything he had built would crumble. I would not let that happen.

It was a quiet drive back to the house, the document lying in the passenger seat beside me like a ticking time bomb. As I pulled into the driveway, my stomach churned with a mix of fear and dread. I didn’t know what to expect from Thiago, but part of me feared the worst. He wasn’t the type to give up easily, especially when it came to things—or people—he considered his. And that included me.

When I opened the door to our home, the familiar scent of leather and wood hit me, instantly reminding me of everything we had built together. The memories of laughter, arguments, late-night talks, and stolen moments of inti