Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First

The crystal tumbler exploded against the marble countertop, whiskey and shards spraying across the kitchen island.

On the screen of her phone, a photograph glowed like a wound. Her husband, Harris Byrd, lying naked on a hotel bed. Another woman pressed against his chest, her lips on his cheek, a triumphant smile curling her mouth.

The image had appeared in the Byrd family's shared "Family Moments" album, uploaded by Harris himself. The location tag read The Greenwich Hotel. The time stamp was yesterday afternoon, when Kasie had been at a charity gala alone because Harris had claimed he was trapped in meetings.

She zoomed in with trembling fingers. Below the woman's smiling lips was a small, familiar beauty mark.

Janiyah Vincent. Her college "friend." The bridesmaid at her wedding.

A sound ripped from Kasie's throat, something between a scream and a sob. She swept her arm across the counter, sending plates crashing to the floor. Four years. Four years of shrinking herself, of biting her tongue, of defending him to everyone including herself. And the whole time, he'd been laughing at her.

The grief curdled into something sharper. The tears kept falling, but they were hot now, burning with a rage that felt like it could split her open. The woman who had folded herself into smaller and smaller shapes to fit inside Harris Byrd's world let out one final, shuddering breath. In her place rose someone else. Someone whose tears had turned to fire.

She took a screenshot, sent it to her encrypted email, then deleted the original from the shared album. Let them wonder where it went. Let them panic.

Her phone vibrated. Margo Byrd.

Kasie stared at the name. She hadn't even decided what to do next, and already her mother-in-law was calling. Harris had noticed the photo was gone, called his mother in a panic, and Margo was calling to do damage control before Kasie could make a move.

She answered on the third ring, her voice perfectly even. "Hello, Margo."

"Kasie." Her mother-in-law's voice was clipped and imperious. "Come to the study. We need to talk."

"Of course, Margo."

She ascended the grand staircase. In the study, Margo's face was already waiting on the large monitor, her expression harder than Kasie had ever seen it.

"Let's not waste time," Margo began. "I assume you saw the photo."

Kasie said nothing.

"I've known about Harris and Janiyah for months," Margo continued, her tone matter-of-fact. "I've also known that this marriage was a mistake from the beginning. You were never right for this family."

Kasie's jaw tightened. Margo had known for months.

"I had our lawyers prepare a divorce agreement some time ago. You sign, you walk away with one million dollars." Margo paused. "For a girl from your background, that's more than you could earn in a lifetime."

So this was the plan all along. Not a reaction to being caught, a long-planned eviction. Kasie felt something cold crystallize in her chest. Then she smiled. A cold, sharp, terrifying smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"One million." Kasie let the words hang. "That's generous, Margo. Hold on, let me pull up something while we chat."

She opened her laptop and logged into their shared banking portal. The account she'd never checked closely because Harris handled the finances. Her fingers moved fast, pulling up credit card statements, scrolling through charges she'd never questioned. Hotels she'd never visited. Jewelry stores she'd never received a package from. And there, repeated month after month, payments from Byrd Industries' corporate account routed through a shell company to a SoHo penthouse lease.

"Interesting," Kasie said, her voice casual, as Margo's eyes narrowed on screen. "Harris has been using company money to fund his girlfriend. That's embezzlement, Margo. The SEC cares about that. The board cares about that. And the New York Times really, really cares about that."

Margo's smug certainty flickered.

Kasie opened her email. She attached the screenshot of the photo, the credit card statements, the corporate payment records. She typed in the address of the New York Times business desk. Her finger hovered over send. "Here's my offer. Five hundred million dollars. Half of all marital properties. A five percent stake in Byrd Industries. Send the agreement now, or I hit send."

"You wouldn't dare," Margo hissed.

"Try me."

Margo's face went white, then mottled with rage. A vein pulsed at her temple.

"...Fine." Margo's voice was barely above a whisper. "Five hundred million. Half the properties. The stake. Cancel the email."

"Forty-five seconds. Signed by you."

Margo's fingers flew over her keyboard, her face a mask of impotent hatred. Thirty seconds later, the agreement appeared on Kasie's screen. Five hundred million dollars. Half of all marital properties. A five percent stake in Byrd Industries. Margo's digital signature was already at the bottom.

Kasie took a screenshot. Then another. Forwarded both to her encrypted email. Then she closed the draft. Nothing happened.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Margo."

"Remember our terms," Margo hissed. "One month. You play the loving wife. Harris knows nothing."

"I wouldn't dream of upsetting him."

Kasie ended the call. A violent tremor ran through her body. She walked to the window and looked out at the rose garden she'd tended for four years. No nostalgia. No regret. Only the cold pulse of a plan finally set in motion.

She picked up her phone and typed a message to Harris.

Dinner is ready. Come home soon.

Let him think nothing had changed. Then she dialed Leighton Price.

The line picked up on the first ring. "Kasie? What's wrong?"

"He's been sleeping with Janiyah." Kasie's voice was flat, mechanical, the way people sound when the shock has burned through everything else. "I have photos. Margo just tried to buy me off for a million dollars."

Silence. Two seconds. Then Leighton let out a sound that wasn't a word. Low, feral, the kind of sound a wounded animal makes before it lunges.

"That son of a bitch. And Janiyah? That snake stood next to you at your wedding!" Leighton's voice cracked, then hardened. "Tell me you're done crying. Tell me you're ready to burn them down."

"I already started. I made Margo sign a settlement. Five hundred million. Half the properties. A five percent stake. She thinks she bought my silence. But she actually signed a document admitting the Byrd family tried to cover up Harris's affair and embezzlement."

A sharp intake of breath. "You made Margo Byrd blink. That document is a weapon of mass destruction."

"That's why I need you ready. The war starts tonight."

"I've been ready for four years. What's the first move?"

"I'm going to play the perfect wife. Smile, cook dinner, pretend I never saw that photo. And while Harris thinks he's safe, we dismantle everything. His money. His reputation. His family."

She let out a long, slow breath. "I'll have the legal framework ready by tomorrow morning. But Kasie... I feel like you're being targeted. I feel like it's not just about infidelity. Be careful. Don't trust anyone in that household."

Casey's blood ran cold instantly. The call was disconnected.

Kathy stood in the dimly lit study, Margot's words echoing in her mind.

She looked down into the dark garden and felt the ground beneath her feet move for the first time.

And she was standing in the middle.