I took it, feeling the weight of something heavy inside.
She pressed a sealed envelope against my palm, the paper cool and slightly damp.
“Inside you’ll find the transfer records—offshore accounts, dates, the full trail.”
My fingers trembled as I broke the seal, the documents spilling out in crisp, unforgiving print.
Millions moved through a shell corporation in the Cayman Islands, masked under a subsidiary of Adrian’s firm.
Each line screamed betrayal, not just of our marriage but of the law.
Claire’s eyes flickered to the distant runway.
“You’ll need this when you land. It’s your leverage.”
She turned, disappearing into the crowd before I could ask why she’d help.
Alone again, I folded the papers, my mind racing faster than the plane’s idle engines.
