You gave her everything. The prenup. The trust documents. The LLC filings. The temporary household account access form you had foolishly signed months ago because you’d been too busy handling the sale of your company and the planning of the move to notice how casually Adrián had started calling joint convenience “partnership.” Claire flagged the part that mattered immediately: he was authorized to pay vendors, movers, and utility deposits. He was not authorized to transfer money to relatives or lenders.
“Good,” she said again.
You began to understand that good in Claire’s vocabulary didn’t mean painless. It meant winnable.
Then she found something else.
The furniture rental company invoice listed the delivery address as your mansion, but the contact email was not Adrián’s. It was Mariana’s. That alone would have been enough to make your stomach knot, but Claire kept scrolling and found the attached contract rider. It described a short-term furnishing plan for the attached guest wing and two upstairs bedrooms, beginning the day after Adrián told you his family was moving in.
