Leaving My Billionaire Wife Behind

"Mr. Carter, are you absolutely sure about this? Lily is only five years old—"

I cut the lawyer off, sliding my pen across the paper to sign my name on the sole custody agreement. "I'm sure."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the rain was pouring over Chicago.

I looked up at the skyscraper across the street. On the thirty-seventh floor of the Vance Group headquarters, Charlotte Vance, the CEO, was leading a board meeting.

She wore a flawlessly tailored white pantsuit, her expression icy, carrying herself with the commanding aura of a business queen that everyone in the city feared and…