I almost smiled.

“For six years, I funded vacations, jewelry, spa weekends, and restaurant bills while you both insisted I was never truly family. You don’t get a divorce settlement and a lifetime subscription.”

Vivienne pounded the door again.

“You ruined my reputation!”

“No,” I answered. “I ended your access to my bank account.”

Just then, the building’s concierge arrived with security.

“Ma’am,” he told Vivienne politely, “the resident has asked that you leave immediately.”

She turned toward Nathaniel, expecting him to fix everything.

Instead, he stood silently, realizing there was nothing left to demand.

As security escorted them toward the elevator, I watched through the camera until the doors closed.

Then I deleted the final shared payment account, canceled every remaining authorized user, and closed the last chapter of my marriage with a single click.

For the first time in years, every dollar I earned—and every decision I made—finally belonged to me alone.