A Billionaire’s Too-Late Regret

In my third year as a divorce attorney, Oliver forced his way into my office.

On the CCTV screen overhead, the news was broadcasting his latest scandal: the city's newest billionaire had just fled his own high-society wedding.

Across the black mahogany desk, he sat with his head in his hands, looking utterly miserable. The wedding band on his left ring finger caught the light, gleaming mockingly.

Oliver tapped the wood. His voice, deep and gravelly, broke the silence.

"I need a divorce settlement. And a deed of gift."