Those facts didn’t automatically entitle me to millions.

They did create serious questions about disclosure, trust, and the future of the relationship.

I could walk away.

Seek advice about the marriage.

Refuse to participate in public charitable activities.

Or negotiate an honest financial arrangement if Arthur wanted us to remain married.

For the first time, I understood that winning wouldn’t come from discovering a magical signature requirement.

It would come from knowing which choices actually belonged to me.

I returned to the apartment that evening.

Arthur sat beside the window.