He looked up at his mother, his face pale.

“You destroyed the company’s reputation just to get to us?” he asked, disbelieving.

“I didn’t destroy anything,” Eleanor said, her voice cold as ice. “I simply pruned a dead branch.”

Nathan’s phone kept ringing, the vibration shaking his hand as he stared at the screen.

Before he could answer, my own phone buzzed in my hand.

I looked down and saw a text message from an unknown number.

It was an alert from a local news website, with a headline that made my breath catch.

*Greenwich CEO Nathan Carter Under Investigation for Multi-Million Dollar Embezzlement.*

Below the headline was a picture of Nathan and me leaving the courthouse after our quiet marriage ceremony.

The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the hardwood floor.

Nathan looked down at the screen, then back up at his mother.

“This is just the beginning,” Eleanor whispered.

At that exact moment, the heavy front door of the estate began to rattle as someone knocked loudly from the outside.