Chapter 5

Elara's POV

The lawyer sent the final batch of documents that needed signing.

A thick stack, filled with dense paragraphs of Italian and French clauses.

When Dominic returned that evening, I was sitting by the living room coffee table, frowning at the pile of papers.

"Dominic, you're back." I held a pen, my brows slightly furrowed, feigning a headache from the cumbersome procedures.

"What's wrong?" Dominic took off his jacket, tossing it onto the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the coffee table. "Still dealing with that inheritance business?"

"Yes, the lawyers over there are incredibly particular." I sighed, pulled a thin sheet from the stack, and handed it to him. "They said that for tax purposes and procedural compliance, my spouse needs to sign a waiver of inheritance and an informed consent form."

Dominic took the document, casually glancing at it.

It was all obscure Italian legal jargon.

He couldn't be bothered to read it. In his eyes, it was just a few thousand dollars, and now he had to sign a stack of papers-what a waste of time.

"This is such a hassle." He frowned impatiently, tossing the document back onto the table. "For such a pittance, they're acting like it's hundreds of millions to inherit. And they want me to waive it? As if I'd be interested in your petty pocket money."

I gave an embarrassed laugh, handing him the pen. "I think it's troublesome too, but the lawyer said the transfer of ownership can't proceed without this signature. So please, just help me out, sign it, and I won't bother you anymore."

Dominic took the pen. Without even glancing at the content of the page, he flipped directly to the last page, to the signature line. "Alright, where do I sign?"

"Here, and here." I pointed to two blank spots.

Those spots were not just for waiving the inheritance; they were also for a cleverly concealed legal document voluntarily surrendering any claims to the wife's assets and acknowledging no other property disputes between the two parties.

Once he signed that name, even if I took every single thing that belonged to me, he would have no right to object.

The pen tip scratched against the paper with a soft rustling sound.

Dominic signed decisively.

He completely failed to notice that another document, hidden under his elbow, was in fact a meticulously crafted divorce agreement with stringent enforcement clauses.

"There." He capped the pen and tossed the document back to me. "Next time, handle these small matters yourself."

"Thank you, darling. You're so good." I collected the documents in a good mood, tucking them into a file folder.

"Oh, right." Dominic stood up, glancing at his watch. "Chloe said she left an urgent file at the office. I'll go pick it up and be back later."

It was almost ten o'clock. What kind of file required the boss to personally fetch it?

Besides, it was Chloe's birthday.

I knew exactly what was going on, but my face remained compliant. "Okay, drive safe."

After Dominic left, I picked up the file folder and gently blew on the signed spots to dry the ink.

I locked the folder in the safe; it was what I needed to take to the notary public in the morning.