He pulled up a wooden chair next to me.

“What are you looking for?”

“The ledger,” I said, my eyes fixed on the screen.

“And the legal files Ethan kept in his private directory.”

The drive clicked and whirred.

*Decryption complete.*

A list of system folders appeared on the screen, labeled with alphanumeric codes.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, filtering the files by date.

I bypassed the standard corporate tax records.

I focused on the personal files.

I found a folder titled *Project Horizon*.

Inside was a subfolder labeled with my father’s initials.

My heart did a slow, heavy roll in my chest.

“What is it?” Liam asked, leaning closer.

“It’s a copy of my father’s estate trust,” I said, my voice trembling.

“And there’s a scanned document dated the day of our wedding.”

I clicked on the file, waiting for the high-resolution image to load.

On the screen, a digital copy of our marriage contract appeared.

But as I scrolled down to the signatures, I saw something that made me freeze.

The signature page had a secondary clause appended to the bottom.