I took a slow sip of my coffee, savoring the bitter, rich taste.

I hadn’t just taken his money and run.

I’d taken my life back.

I had legally dropped his surname, reverting to my maiden name, and officially opened the doors to my own boutique forensic accounting and consulting firm.

My reputation as the woman who mathematically dismantled the corrupt Moretti-Vance empire had preceded me.

My phone hadn’t stopped ringing for weeks.

In fact, I had a meeting in thirty minutes.

A sharp knock at my office door broke my reverie.