The scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey lingered in Damian Blackwood’s penthouse office as he skimmed through yet another contract, his sharp blue-gray eyes focused, his mind running calculations. The city skyline stretched behind him, cold and indifferent—just like him.

Then his phone buzzed. His assistant’s hesitant voice cut through the silence.

“Sir… your wife’s lawyer just delivered these.”

A thick envelope landed on his desk. Divorce papers.

Damian stilled. For the first time in years, he felt something other than control. A sharp, unfamiliar sensation coiled in his chest—one he refused to name.

She was serious this time.

And he didn’t lose. Not in business. Not in life. And certainly not her.