After 144 hours away with another woman, he finally remembered his pregnant wife. His shaken assistant told him, “Sir, your wife had a serious medical emergency and lost the baby. She has already signed the divorce papers and left.”

the table, dressed in black, my hospital bracelet still around my wrist.

He stared at me.

“Claire, we need to talk privately.”

“No,” I said.

“You wanted privacy for six days. Now we’ll use witnesses.”

Celeste hovered behind him, suddenly far less confident without an audience.

I pushed a folder across the table.

Inside were hotel invoices, private-jet upgrades, jewelry charges, and consulting payments routed through a shell company called CMR Strategic.

Celeste’s initials.

Adrian’s face tightened.

“You went through my accounts?”

“Our auditors reviewed company accounts,” I replied. “You