You can only document it, and out-plan it, and remove yourself and everyone else from its reach.

Which is precisely what I had done.

On the screens behind me a simple timeline appeared: payments, approvals, luxury bookings, transfers into an account Lucan had opened without my knowledge.

No private messages.

Nothing lurid.

Nothing sensational was needed, and I had made sure none of it was there, because I did not want this to look like a jealous wife’s revenge.