I looked directly into his eyes, letting him see the absolute absence of fear.

“You wanted a silent wife, Adrian,” I said, raising the microphone so the entire cathedral could hear.

“Now, meet your key witness.”

The cathedral went dead silent.

You could hear the wax dripping from the altar candles.

Adrian’s face underwent a terrifying transformation.

It wasn’t fear—not yet. It was pure, unadulterated rage.

The furious indignation of a man who’d realized his property was rebelling in front of his shareholders.