I gripped my tote bag tighter, my fingers brushing against the edge of the leather portfolio hidden inside.

They didn’t know Mia had found the real papers.

They thought they had already won.

Daniel continued to walk toward the house, his face unreadable in the shadows.

I ended the call and slipped the phone into my pocket.

I stepped back into the foyer, closed the heavy oak door, and turned the deadbolt.

Through the frosted glass, I watched Daniel’s silhouette stop at the bottom of the porch steps.

He stood there for a moment in the pouring rain, then turned back toward the black sedan.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but my hands remained steady as I gripped the leather portfolio.

Mia was upstairs, asleep and safe for now.

I had the real documents, the ones that proved my father’s legacy had been systematically dismantled by the man I married.

I spent the rest of the night in the study, reviewing every page under the soft glow of a single desk lamp.

The ledger entries were clear, detailing millions of dollars diverted from Hayes Enterprises into shell companies registered in Panama.