“No settlement,” I said. “Not after what she did.”

“If we release the wire transfer records to the board, they will force her out with nothing but her prenuptial minimum,” Harrison said. “But she will fight dirty, Adrian. She has public relations people on standby.”

“Let her try,” I said. “I have the DNA test results, and I have Mercer’s signed confession.”

“I’ll present the evidence to the executive committee now,” Harrison said. “Keep your phone close.”

He hung up.

I turned back to the room.

Maren had wrapped the kids in a blanket, and they were beginning to drift off to sleep on the sofa.

She walked over to me, her face pale under the kitchen light.

“Is it over?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I said. “The divorce is going to get ugly. Celeste knows she’s losing everything.”

“I don’t care about the money, Adrian,” Maren said, looking me in the eyes. “I just want my life back. I want them to have a father.”

“You have me,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

We stood there in the quiet kitchen, the storm outside rattling the windowpanes.