when I understood.
This wasn’t an emotional outburst.
It was planned.
Daniel had spent eighteen months convincing me he loved my quiet lifestyle. He told everyone he was the ambitious entrepreneur while I was merely “good with numbers.”
What almost nobody in that ballroom knew was that I owned sixty-eight percent of the technology company where Daniel served as chief operating officer.
Patricia worked there too.
Officially, she was a “strategic consultant.”
Unofficially, she treated the corporate card like a personal inheritance.
And for six weeks, I had quietly investigated
