He played the fool, but every signature was part of his own counterstrike.
His wife thought she could seduce him into giving up his company. Her lover waited hidden in his bedroom, and her mother drained his accounts behind the scenes.
Calm and compliant, he signed all the papers they set before him.
By the time she marched into the boardroom with her lawyers, he had already switched every page.
The folder she opened held a divorce agreement, not a takeover. In the end, she walked away without his money, his name, or the father of her child.
Her lover ran.