They hadn’t just betrayed me. They had financed their new family with money stolen from mine.

I remembered the night I signed the divorce settlement, Preston setting a pen beside my hand and murmuring, “At least leave with dignity.” Madison had waited outside the room with soup, pretending to care.

By sunrise they controlled nearly everything I had spent twelve years building.

Preston stepped toward me. “You can’t prove any of that.”

Sinclair lifted the sealed envelope. “The hospital’s audit can.”

Madison’s voice shook.