I watched him drive away, a small spark of hope lighting up in my chest.

I had the evidence of the poison, and I had the photos of the forged files.

But as I turned back toward the elevator, my phone buzzed in my hand.

It was a notification from my personal email.

An automated alert from our joint banking portal showed a massive wire transfer.

Jared had just authorized a payment of two million dollars.

The recipient was a private holding company registered under the name of Dr. Noah Sterling.

My breath caught in my throat as the elevator doors slid open.

I stepped into the elevator cab and pressed the button for the ground floor.

My hand shook so violently that I dropped my phone onto the rubber mat.

I scrambled to pick it up, staring at the bright screen.

Two million dollars.

It was nearly half of the remaining cash in our primary joint reserve account.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to the main lobby of the private wing.

I walked past the quiet reception desk, keeping my eyes fixed on the glass exit doors.