I powered the device down completely.

The following morning, as I had breakfast in a perfectly sunlit room while Leo slept soundly under the care of the medical team, my father handed me a thick corporate dossier.

“You need the data on the man you married,” he said.

I flipped it open. Detailed forensic financial analyses, hidden short-term liabilities, escalating debt structures, inflated project invoices sustained entirely by corporate smoke and mirrors.

Dominic’s “booming tech empire” was riddled with catastrophic structural fractures. He was living entirely on borrowed capital, corporate favors, and manufactured prestige.

“His success was never independent capital,” my father remarked. “It was confidence lent by our infrastructure. And that confidence terminates today.”