I kept my voice calm, cold, and entirely authoritative.

I had played the role of the dutiful billionaire’s wife for ten years.

I knew exactly how to make people obey without questioning my right to ask.

“I see Mr. Harlan’s name is on the primary billing authorization,” Elena said, her finger hovering over the mouse.

“And I am his legal wife, with full administrative access to our joint healthcare accounts,” I said.

She hesitated, looking at the blinking cursor on her screen.

“It requires a secondary signature on the release form for physical pickup,” she said.

“I will sign it right now,” I said.

She printed a form and slid it across the counter along with a heavy metal pen.

I picked up the pen and signed my name on the line.

My signature was smooth, showing none of the panic that was currently screaming inside my head.

Elena took the form, scanned it into her system, and clicked her mouse twice.

A heavy laser printer behind her desk hummed to life.

It spat out three pages of thick, high-grade paper.