Or perhaps you mean the affidavits where he legally claims his development firm is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy… all while he’s been systematically, secretly laundering twelve million dollars straight through your father’s shell corporations?”

The silence that fell over the corridor was absolute.

The kind of heavy, suffocating silence that precedes a bomb blast.

Daniel stopped breathing entirely.

His chest went perfectly still.

Elena’s jaw went slack. She turned slowly to look at my husband.

“You… you told her?” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

“He didn’t have to,” I replied, my voice slicing through the tension like a scalpel. “Your encrypted emails did.”