“If the primary beneficiary is disqualified,” Victoria read aloud, “the entirety of the residue shall be distributed to the secondary beneficiary.”

I felt a small, quiet thrill in my chest.

I knew exactly what that secondary clause said.

My grandmother-in-law had been a major donor to the local historical society and the children’s shelter.

She had set up a private foundation to manage those donations after her death.

I had spent the last four years serving as the unpaid director of that very foundation.

I had organized their galas, managed their volunteers, and kept their books.

Scott had always mocked me for doing it.

He called it a waste of time.

“We need to review the exact structure of the secondary beneficiary,” Scott’s lawyer said, leaning forward.

“The secondary beneficiary is the Clara Vance Memorial Foundation,” Victoria said.

Scott blinked, looking confused.

“The foundation?” Scott asked. “That’s just a charity.”

“Yes,” Victoria said. “A charity.”

“So where does the seven million go?” Scott asked.

“To the foundation’s endowment,” Victoria said.

Scott turned his head slowly to look at me.

He knew who ran the foundation.