The line was clear now, the signal bouncing off the harbor towers.

“I just submitted the signed 2018 addendum to your prenuptial agreement,” she said.

Grant froze, his hand stopping halfway to his jacket pocket.

“What addendum?” Lila asked, her voice high and thin. “Grant, what is she talking about?”

“The one we signed when my family’s estate bailed out the Newport project,” I said.

The wind whipped my wet coat against my legs.

“Clause nine,” Diane’s voice stated calmly over the line. “In the event of documented financial fraud, forgery, or unauthorized asset transfer by either spouse, the offending party immediately forfeits all marital property and all shares in Whitmore Development.”

“That’s a bluff,” Grant said, though his face had gone pale under the cabin lights. “The notary signed the deed transfer.”

“We have the real notary on video, Grant,” I said, pointing to the leather ledger still wet on the deck. “And we have the ledger you tried to hide.”

Caleb Rhodes stepped out of the cabin, his eyes fixed on the book.

“Is this true, Grant?” Caleb asked, his voice low and dangerous.