Samantha’s face went completely white.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, I didn’t sign anything.”

“I don’t know anything about the corporate accounts.”

“You signed the offshore transfer agreements for Mercer Holdings,” I said.

I pulled a sheet of paper from my folder and held it up for her to see.

“Your signature is right here, Samantha,” I said.

“On the line authorizing the transfer of six million dollars from my family’s foundation.”

Samantha stared at the paper, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

“Preston brought me those papers,” she said, her voice cracking.

“He told me they were tax shelters for the new townhouse.”

“He told me it was a gift for me.”

“He lied to you,” I said.

“He used your name to shield his own assets.”

“If the money disappeared, the liability fell entirely on Mercer Holdings.”

“Which is registered solely in your name,” I added.

Samantha turned to Preston, her eyes wide with terror and rage.

“You did this to me?” she screamed.

“You told me you loved me!”

“You told me we were starting over!”