“Not decorative wives.”

Lavinia laughed, softly, behind her glass.

Chapter 4 — The Signal

Across the ballroom, Chairman Thurston Osgood caught my eye.

He touched two fingers to his cuff — the small signal we had agreed on that afternoon, after the closing documents were signed.

Beside him stood Bellweather’s general counsel and the forensic accountant who had spent the last six weeks quietly working through the vendor payments my husband had authorized.