For hours I dug through boxes, albums, and old drawers in the dark.

At dawn, I found a wooden box hidden beneath a loose floor tile in the old office.

Inside were letters, notarized documents, a flash drive, and my mother’s personal diary.

I read it sitting on the floor, my stomach burning and my heart breaking.

My mother had been a founding partner of the Harlan Group—not the ordinary employee I’d always been told she was.

Her share of the company had been stolen through forged documents after her death, and Jared had known this before he ever married me.