Then Liam looked at the deck.
And I had my answer.
I signed.
Richard made a sound somewhere between a shout and a gasp.
I signed the second page.
Then the third.
Daniel took the documents.
“Effective immediately.”
Richard surged forward again.
“You can’t do this!”
“I just did.”
“You’ll regret it.”
“No.”
I looked at Liam.
“That’s what I was doing before tonight.”
The marine officers informed Richard that the yacht was being returned to port under creditor control pending repossession. Guests began quietly collecting purses and jackets.
The party dissolved without music.
Without speeches.
Without dignity.
But Richard wasn’t finished.
Men like him rarely understood an ending until the door physically closed.
He pointed at me as officers escorted him toward the cabin.
“She assaulted Victoria!”
One officer stopped.
“What?”
Richard smiled.
