The air inside Elias Young’s office was thick with silence, broken only by the rustle of paperwork as his assistant placed the signed divorce papers on the glass desk. Elias barely spared them a glance, reaching for his pen to finalize the separation he had long convinced himself was inevitable

But then he froze.

His sharp eyes scanned the document, his fingers tightening around the pages as realization struck him like a blow. The money was gone. The paper stating the financial settlement—the one he had included without a second thought—had been completely removed.

"You’re sure these are the finalized papers?" His voice was low, edged with disbelief.

His assistant, standing firm despite the weight of his employer’s stare, nodded. "She removed the settlement herself. Took nothing."

Elias’ grip on the paper faltered. His chest tightened in a way he didn’t expect, an unfamiliar, sinking feeling pooling in his gut. You took nothing.

Not a dime Not a house Not a car.

After everything, after the accusations, the cold words, the walls he had built between you—you had walked away with nothing.

The next morning, the estate was quiet. The usual bustle of the mansion felt muted, as if even the walls knew that something was changing.

You stood in the grand foyer, your bags packed at your feet, yet your attention wasn’t on the looming doorway that led to your freedom. Instead, you faced the staff—the people who had been with you through everything.

With a warm, tired smile, you thanked them. All of the staff. The ones who had witnessed the slow unraveling of your marriage, who had seen the way you loved Elias despite how little he believed in it.

"The roses in the garden… please remove them."

A few of them exchanged uncertain glances, but you only nodded, your eyes unwavering.

"He never liked them anyway. And I wouldn’t want them to remind him of me." Outside, Elias stood by his office window, watching as you walked out. And for the first time, an uneasy realization settled on him

You had never wanted his Money