Niamh held the package in her hands.
It was a paper envelope, just large enough to hold three identical copies of a divorce agreement.
She didn’t open it right there in the office. Instead, she waited patiently until she was back home.
The night was deep and still.
The old house on Trinity Lane glowed softly with warm light.
Niamh sat at her desk and slid the papers out of the envelope.
The words “Divorce Agreement” stared boldly up at her from the top of the first page.
She flipped through the pages one by one.
Her memory was decent; she still remembered what the previous agreement had said.
This one, at least in its opening sections, was identical to the last.
After all that time Jonathan had spent redrafting the divorce papers, he apparently hadn’t tried to sneak in any hidden traps with the wording.
After a while, Niamh finally reached the latter pages.
As she’d expected, this was where things had changed.
But the amendments weren’t what she’d imagined.
Jonathan had still included the clause about transferring ten percent of The Thomas Group’s shares to her after the divorce. This time, though, there were more requirements—layer upon layer of restrictions.
For example, it was spelled out explicitly that the shares she received couldn’t be sold, gifted, or otherwise transferred to anyone after the divorce, whether for money or for free.
Niamh ran her fingers through her hair, frustration prickling in her chest.
She couldn’t fathom why, after Jonathan had been so furious the last time—when she’d agreed to give Michael some of her shares—he’d still included this in the new agreement after all that delay.
Last time, Jonathan had clearly been disappointed in her.
He must have felt she’d betrayed his trust.
Finishing the document, Niamh let out a small sigh.
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