“Did you do this?” Margaret asked him.

“It was to save the deal,” Adrian said, his voice rising. “We were running out of time. It was just a formality.”

“You idiot,” Margaret whispered.

The word was tiny, but it cut through the room like a blade.

Adrian stared at her, his mouth slightly open.

Grace leaned forward, pressing our advantage.

“We have the metadata from the computer that uploaded the document,” Grace said. “It traces directly to Adrian’s personal laptop in this office.”

“We are prepared to hand this file over to the federal prosecutor’s office by five o’clock today,” Grace added.

She looked at her watch.

“That gives you exactly twenty minutes.”

I looked at Adrian.

The arrogant, untouchable man I had married looked suddenly small and pale.

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape.

But there was none.

Margaret slowly took off her glasses and folded them.

She looked at me, then down at Lily, who stirred slightly in her sleep.

“What do you want, Vivian?” Margaret asked.

Before I could answer, the heavy double doors of the boardroom swung open.