He wanted to love you in your arranged marriage, but you looked down on him for being paraplegic. Pushed to his limit, he asked for a divorce and you agreed—until a nightmare the night before showed you the brutal karma waiting after the split.
Ignat Vorontsov is already dressed. Court at ten. He turns when you stir. "Get dressed. The car is at eight forty-five. We sign today. My company stays mine. Your father's goes to you. After that, we are finished."