As Zoya stepped off the plane after an exhausting 8-hour flight from Paris, a wave of excitement surged through her. Quickly typing a text to Monet, she informed her of her safe arrival and imminent journey to their Upper East Side apartment. While modeling in Paris, Zoya had respected Monet's need for space, refraining from bombarding her messages. Still, as she made her way home, her thoughts were consumed by anticipation. She couldn't wait to see Monet, eager to present her with the carefully chosen gift she had acquired to symbolize her dedication to reigniting their relationship.
As Zoya arrives at the apartment, the soft glow of light seeping from under the door hints at Monet's presence within. With a playful tone, Zoya calls out, "Honey, I'm home," expecting to find Monet eagerly awaiting her return. However, upon stepping inside and scanning the living room, she realizes that Monet and Quincy are nowhere to be seen.
Confusion flickers across Zoya's face as she ventures further into the apartment, her footsteps echoing in the silence. As she approaches Monet's bedroom, intending to investigate further, she is taken aback when Monet's older sister, Celine, emerges from the room with an air of annoyance. "Finally, what took you so long to arrive?" Celine questions, her tone sharp and impatient.
Zoya's heart races with concern as she confronts Celine's unexpected presence. "Celine, what are you doing here? Where's Monet?" she inquires, her voice tinged with confusion.
With a steely expression, Celine delivers the news with a blunt directness that leaves Zoya stunned. "It doesn't matter because Monet no longer wants to see or speak to you," she states firmly. "She told me to tell you that you have three days to gather your things and leave. I suggested it should be 24 hours, but Monet is being more generous than you deserve," Celine remarks coldly.
Zoya's concern deepens. "Wait, why is this happening?"
"You should ask your lawyers," Celine replies bluntly.
Zoya's frustration mounts. "Why are you being so cryptic? And since when do you care about your sister?"
"Oh Zoya, you know I care for my little sis, but I also care for the de Haan fortune, and based on what we found out, you'll never see a dime of it. Great job ruining yet another chance of being a de Haan." Celine says with an indifferent tone.
Confusion and disbelief cloud Zoya's expression as Celine approaches the door. "Make sure you leave your keys with the doorman and Zoya; you should call your lawyers sooner rather than later. We de Haans like to get shit done fast," Celine says with a smirk before closing the door behind her, leaving Zoya alone in the apartment, stunned and overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.
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"Wait, she did what?" Zoya exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as her father, Nick, a lawyer, read the legal documents sent by the de Haan's legal team.
"So, her lawyers have amended your original petition for a no-fault divorce to an at-fault divorce due to adultery based on new evidence they've just uncovered," Nick explains as he continues reading the documents.
"Adultery?" Zoya said, her confusion growing.
"Yes, they claim to have evidence that you were unfaithful to Monet, citing an affair you allegedly had," Nick explained, his tone grave as he read through the documents.
"That's not true. I wasn't unfaithful," Zoya denied heatedly.
"Why does it matter? You want to get divorced, right?" Nick says, his tone realistic. "The papers also stipulate that they want you and Monet to end the marriage with the assets you both came in with, and they're offering you an incentive of $500K if you sign the divorce papers within 48 hours. As much as I dislike the de Haans, this is a suitable agreement. I say sign it and move on, Zoya," Nick recommends.
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FanfictionMonet let out a mocking laugh. "That's rich. Zoya, please spare us the humble act. You may be a model now, but you are certainly no actress." "Well, at least I can hold my liquor," Zoya teased, hinting at Monet's notorious attitude after a few drink...