Vivian looked at Daniel. Daniel looked at the floor, suddenly very small.

I reached into my blazer, took out the three-carat ring he’d put on my finger days earlier, and dropped it onto the table. It landed on the printed evidence with a small, final clink.

“My legal team filed for an annulment this morning, citing fraudulent inducement to marry,” I said, standing. “And the civil suit I’m bringing against you both will take whatever my father’s firm doesn’t.

Every dollar I recover goes into a foundation funding treatment for survivors of domestic violence and chemical assault.”

The oak doors opened again. The same detective from the hospital came in with two federal officers and a fresh stack of warrants.

“Daniel Cross,” the federal agent said, pulling out cuffs. “You’re under arrest for wire fraud, corporate embezzlement, and witness intimidation.”