They were printed on legal bond paper, bearing the logo of the Ashford Group.

Beside them lay an open iPad, its screen glowing softly in the dark room.

I stepped closer, my heart freezing in my chest.

I picked up the papers, my eyes scanning the top page.

It was a draft of a spousal transfer of the Bennett Trust.

The document was designed to hand over all my remaining assets to Harrison.

The signature page had my name on it, signed in a perfect imitation of my handwriting.

At the top of the physical page, a sticky note in Harrison’s handwriting read: *Submit electronically. Finalizes midnight.*

I looked down at the glowing iPad screen.

An online portal for the Bennett Trust was open, showing a pending transaction.

The digital clock in the corner of the screen read ten-fifteen.

A countdown timer on the portal showed exactly one hour and forty-five minutes remaining.

The status of the transfer was marked as *Pending Final Authorization*.

“He has forged my signature,” I whispered, showing the paper to Matteo.

“He is transferring the entire trust tonight.”