*Noah's POV*
My phone rings at exactly 11:47 PM. Ivan's name glows on the screen like an accusation.
"Noah." His voice is hollow. Empty. "You were right about having that conversation."
I'm sitting on Scarlett's couch, her head resting against my shoulder as she scrolls through her tablet. The peaceful domestic scene feels like a mockery now.
"Ivan, I'm sorry—"
"Don't." The word comes out sharp. "Just don't. I found Marcus Chen in my bedroom. My business partner. My friend for fifteen years."
Scarlett looks up at me, concern creasing her features. I mouth "Ivan" and she nods, giving me space.
"What are you going to do?"
"What do you think?" Ivan's bitter laugh cuts through the phone. "I told her I want a divorce. She can have the house, the car, whatever. But she's not getting a penny from me or any shares in the company."
"That's probably smart."
