“We cannot let him do this,” I said, my voice rising. “We cannot.”

“He is doing this to force my hand,” Jonathan said. “He wants me to back down.”

He looked at the document folder on the table, his eyes turning cold and hard.

“He does not know we have the financial evidence yet,” Jonathan said.

“But if you use it, he will only fight harder for the kids,” I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow.

“Then we have to strike first,” Jonathan said.

He looked toward the hallway where the twins were sleeping, his face set in a grim mask of determination.

“I am going to his office tonight,” Jonathan said.

“I am going to his office tonight,” Jonathan said.

“No,” I said, my voice steadying despite the panic rising in my chest. “I am coming with you.”

“Mariana, it is too dangerous,” he said, shaking his head. “You need to stay here with Liam and Chloe.”

“Benjamin can watch them,” I said, already reaching for my heavy wool coat on the rack.

I pointed to the phone on the wooden counter.