Her blood ran cold as she turned back to Caleb, silently begging him to deny it. “Look at me,” she said softly. “Tell me it is true.”
Caleb finally turned, his face completely blank, and his eyes carried none of the warmth she once loved. “Just sign the papers, Abby,” he said flatly. “Go back to your father and that repair shop, because you never belonged in our world.”
Something deep inside her broke in that moment, not just her heart but the belief that any of this had ever been real. Before she could respond, a distant engine sound cut through the silence and grew louder.
Three black luxury sedans entered through the iron gates and stopped in front of the house, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. Caleb frowned slightly as he looked toward the driveway.
“Who is that,” he asked, confusion slipping into his voice.
No one answered, because the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the marble hallway moments later. The door opened and three men in dark suits walked in, followed by a familiar figure.
“Dad,” Abigail whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Patrick Foster stepped into the room with calm authority, his simple gray suit standing in contrast to the wealth around him. His presence alone silenced the room in a way no one expected.
“This is a private matter,” Edward said, attempting to regain control.
Patrick gave a faint smile that carried no kindness. “I am aware,” he said evenly. “But I am also an investor in your company.”
Caleb’s face drained of color instantly as he looked between them. “What does that mean,” he asked.
Patrick folded his hands calmly. “It means the company is no longer yours,” he replied. “The majority shares were purchased this morning.”
Silence filled the room as the attorney hesitated before confirming it. Vanessa whispered in disbelief while Evelyn’s composure began to crack.
“You are a mechanic,” Caleb said, his voice strained.
“I was,” Patrick answered simply. “I am also her father.”
Evelyn’s voice trembled slightly. “What about the divorce,” she asked.
Patrick turned toward Abigail, his expression softening. “My daughter will not sign anything today,” he said.
Then he faced Caleb again, his voice turning cold. “If she chooses to end this marriage, you will be the one walking away with nothing.”
Caleb stepped forward desperately. “Abby, please,” he said.