“I didn’t authorize anything,” he said.

“I didn’t even know that account existed.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say,” Harold said.

“Your signature is on the transfer documents.”

“She forged it,” I whispered from the driver’s seat.

Harold heard me.

“Who is that?” he asked.

“Is that Emma Hart?”

“Alexander, if you are with her, you need to distance yourself immediately.”

“She is the one who is going to sink this company.”

“No,” Alexander said.

“She is the mother of my children.”

“And she is the only one who has been telling the truth.”

“I am hanging up now, Harold.”

“Alexander, wait—”

Alexander ended the call.

He tossed the phone onto the dashboard.

“She forged my signature on corporate documents,” he whispered.

“She’s been doing it for years.”

“She wanted to make sure if the truth ever came out, I would take the fall.”

“That’s why she kept the documents,” I said.

“She had a contingency plan for everything.”

The rain finally began to fall.

Large drops splattered against the windshield, blurring the red brake lights of the cars ahead of us.

I turned on the wipers.