One month later, Emily sat in the visiting room of the maximum-security prison. The thick glass partition separating her from Tony felt ice-cold against her fingertips. On the other side, Tony sat slumped in a bright orange jumpsuit, heavy chains pinning his wrists to his waist. He looked pale and broken, but his eyes still burned with rage.
Emily didn't say a word. She simply slid a thick stack of legal documents through the metal slot at the bottom of the glass.
"You wanted to see me before signing?" Emily's voice was dangerously quiet. "I'm here. Sign them, Tony. The Torredo legacy is dead. Your money and your power are gone. Sign the divorce papers so I can bury this nightmare and move on with my life."
