But it was the secondary clauses of the policy that made the room tilt beneath my feet.

The policy did not just cover my life.

It was a joint policy, linked to a massive corporate key-man insurance structure.

The primary payout was triggered only upon the simultaneous accidental death of myself and my spouse.

Liam.

Beatrice had forged my signature on a document that would pay her millions if both Liam and I died in a tragic accident.

Three years ago, Liam had been scheduled to attend that fundraiser with me.

He had cancelled at the last minute because of an urgent board meeting.

I stared at the paper, the cold truth washing over me like ice water.

Beatrice didn’t want to destroy charity records.

She didn’t just want to hurt me.

She had designed the fire to kill both of us, ensuring she would inherit Liam’s corporate fortune through the forged policy.

“Liam,” I whispered, my voice choking.

Liam looked up from Darrow, his brow furrowing at the tone of my voice.

“What is it, Audrey?” he asked, stepping toward me.