Rebecca laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that ended too quickly.

“You fool,” she said. “If Harrison wins, he won’t just take the company. He will ruin you.”

She took a step closer to Jonathan, her gloved hand trembling.

“He has evidence that could put you in prison for the transactions in Panama. He set you up, Jonathan.”

Jonathan’s face hardened. “I know what he did.”

“Then let me help you,” Rebecca said.

I walked over to stand beside Jonathan, feeling the cold air seeping through the window frames.

“Why would you help us, Rebecca?” I asked. “You hate me. You’ve spent years trying to erase me.”

Rebecca turned her sharp gaze to me.

“I don’t hate you, Mariana. I just wanted the life I was promised.”

She looked back at Jonathan.

“But I am a realist. This marriage is over. We both know it.”

Jonathan nodded slowly. “It was over before it began.”

Rebecca winced slightly, but she quickly recovered her composure.

“I want out,” she said. “But I am not leaving with nothing.”

She tapped the silver drive against her palm.