His eyes shot toward Madison.

After the divorce, I had requested a complete copy of my medical records, and the clinic archive held information that had never appeared in the copies Preston let me see.

My ovarian reserve had been normal. My uterus was healthy. Every viable embryo had failed because his samples showed severe abnormalities.

He had known the truth. Our specialist had recommended donor sperm — and instead, Preston bribed a clinic administrator to alter the summary pages and convinced me the failures were entirely mine.

He needed me ashamed, exhausted, and desperate enough to sign away my ownership in our company during the divorce.

Chapter 4 — Two Million Dollars

Madison had helped him. As the finance director of my foundation, she’d copied my signature onto transfer documents and moved almost two million dollars into a consulting firm she secretly co-owned with Preston.