She did not tamper with anything that could hurt a body.

Instead, she took photographs of what she’d found, and in a single unplanned hour of rage she sent them — the receipts, the second phone’s messages between Dorian and Sabeen — to a short list of people: two board members, Silas, and a society columnist Dorian had spent years courting.

She exposed them.

Publicly, deliberately, before she had thought through what it would cost her, because in that moment she wanted his lie dragged into a light he could not talk his way out of.

It was not justice.

It was rage.