“Now that we are all here, eat,” Arthur said.
He took the first bite. Only then did Julian put his phone down to eat with practiced, robotic elegance.
He never looked at me once during that entire meal.
I was a ghost in my own home.
I picked up my fork, but the food tasted like ash in my mouth. My throat felt tight, my stomach churned, but I forced myself to eat.
I knew tonight was different. Arthur’s gaze was sharper tonight, more final, like a judge preparing to pass sentence.
I felt the blade hanging over my head. I did not ask when it would fall. I simply waited.
“Nora,” Arthur said, wiping his mouth with a silk napkin after what felt like an eternity. “My study. Now.”
Julian did not even flinch.
The heavy oak doors of Arthur’s study closed behind me with a sound like a tomb sealing shut.
Arthur sat behind his massive desk like a judge about to pass a death sentence. The room smelled of old leather and expensive cigars.
Behind the desk hung portraits of Sterling men going back five generations. All of them looked down at me with the same cold, assessing eyes.
Julian followed us into the study, but he did not sit. He leaned against a bookshelf filled with first editions, eyes already glued back to his phone.
“Look up,” Arthur snapped at me.
I raised my head, meeting his gaze directly. There was no attempt to hide his contempt.
“Nora, it has been three years since you married into this family.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in that cavernous room.
“You know how Julian has treated you. You know your place here. You were a lapse in judgment, a phase he has finally grown out of.”
He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a check already written, already signed.
He flicked it onto the desk. It slid toward me, light as a feather, heavy as a mountain.
One hundred twenty million dollars.
“You do not belong in his world,” Arthur said, each word precisely enunciated. “Take this, sign the papers, and disappear. This is enough to keep you and your pathetic family in luxury for the rest of your lives.”
The insult stung like a needle pressed directly into my heart.
My pathetic family.
My father, a high school teacher who worked two jobs to put me through college.
My mother, a nurse who spent thirty years caring for people who could not afford better healthcare.
Pathetic.
My body trembled, but I kept my face neutral. I looked at Julian, searching for a spark of something.