There was one thing none of the three of them knew.

Two months before the crash, I had sold a piece of defense technology to an international consortium for two hundred and forty million pesos.

The money was not in any joint account and did not appear anywhere in the company’s financials.

It sat in a trust wrapped in safeguards that only I could unlock — designed, ironically, to protect my life’s work from exactly the kind of people I had married into without knowing it.

They could search my house.

They could empty my accounts and forge my name.