“You gave me thirty days to get out.”

“I am simply giving you the same consideration.”

Margaret’s hand went to her throat.

She looked at Grant, but Grant was staring at his hands, completely defeated.

The judge struck her gavel.

“We are adjourned,” she said.

The sound was loud and final.

Daniel gathered his things and walked out of the courtroom, not looking back.

I stood up, smoothing my coat.

As we walked out into the carpeted hallway, Philip was waiting near the elevators.

He looked pale, his tie still undone.

“The board is gone,” he said to Grant as they came out. “The feds are freezing everything.”

My phone buzzed in my hand.

It was a text from an unknown number.

I opened it.

There was a PDF attachment.

The message said: *They didn’t just forge the prenup.*

I tapped the PDF.

It was a bank ledger from Zurich.

The name on the account was Blaire’s.

But the co-signer was Philip Mercer.

I stopped walking.

Lena looked at me, her hand on the elevator button.

“Nora?” she asked. “What is it?”