I pushed the check back toward them. “Keep it,” I said coldly.

David chuckled. “Don’t be dramatic, Claire. You’ll need something to start over with.”

His tone cut deeper than the words. I took a deep breath, signed the final page, and slid the pen across the table.

“Congratulations,” I said quietly. “You finally got everything you wanted.”

He stood, adjusted his cufflinks, and smirked. “Yes. I did.”

Amber kissed his cheek as they turned to leave, whispering loud enough for me to hear: “Some people just aren’t meant to win.”

And then, just as the door shut behind them—my phone rang.