His eyes narrowed as he examined the timestamps on the photos.

“This is clean,” he murmured.

“The dates are indisputable.”

“Is it enough to trigger the infidelity clause?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” Jerome said, looking up at me.

“Clara’s will was very specific about moral turpitude and marital fidelity.”

“If Scott committed adultery during the marriage, his share of the estate is forfeit.”

“And what about his current spending?” I asked.

“He’s already charged over thirty thousand dollars in the last twenty-four hours.”

Jerome smiled, a cold, professional expression.

“He’s digging his own grave,” he said.

“Let him spend.”

“The more debt he incurs on the assumption of this wealth, the harder he will fall.”

“What is our next step?” I asked.

“I am going to draft the formal petition to the estate’s executor,” Jerome said.

“We will attach these documents as exhibit A.”

“The executor is a very traditional man who respected Clara immensely.”

“Once he sees this, he will have no choice but to act.”

“How long will it take?” I asked, my fingers twitching against my purse.

“I will file it by this afternoon,” Jerome replied.