I let him keep talking.
I let him post online.
I let him do interviews, move money around, restructure accounts, parade around his wedding, and turn my name into some tragic cautionary story.
What Adrian forgot was who I’d been before I ever became his wife.
I wasn’t decoration.
I wasn’t just Mrs. Carter smiling beside him at corporate galas.
I was a forensic financial analyst.
And Carter Holdings still had one fatal weakness Adrian never understood: the Bennett Trust my father established before he died. The same trust Adrian secretly used as collateral without authorization. The same trust Vanessa helped manipulate using forged signatures because they believed I’d never bother checking.
Adrian swallowed hard.
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why do all this?”
“You called me.”
Vanessa clutched his arm tightly.
“Adrian, we need to go. Everyone’s waiting.”
I smiled faintly.
“Yes, they probably are. I’m sure your guests are wondering why the groom disappeared after learning his ex-wife just gave birth to his daughter.
