“And if we divorce?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“If the marriage is dissolved before the funds clear probate, or if a divorce is initiated due to his own proven infidelity before the distribution, he forfeits everything,” Jerome said.

The office was silent except for the steady tick of the grandfather clock.

“What happens to the money then?” Rachel asked.

“It goes into a secondary trust,” Jerome said. “For the benefit of local children’s charities. Scott wouldn’t see a single dime.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.

My hands shook slightly, so I clenched them into fists in my lap.

“He doesn’t know,” I said.

“He clearly didn’t read the addendums,” Jerome agreed, a small, cold smile touching his lips. “He saw the main sum of twelve million dollars and assumed it was his.”

“But he filed for divorce yesterday,” Rachel said, her eyes wide. “Doesn’t that trigger the clause?”

“Not yet,” Jerome said. “He filed, but the divorce is not final. The probate court has not distributed the funds.”

He tapped the document again.