“She illegally altered the trust to favor her own biological heirs, cutting me out entirely.”

“You are not her heir, Graham,” I said.

“You are a husband who stole from her.”

Graham took another step forward, his leather shoes clicking against the flagstones.

“The law sees it differently, my dear,” he said.

“As your husband, I am entitled to a marital share of the Caldwell holdings.”

“Unless, of course, that clause stands.”

“And I assure you, it will not.”

Julian stepped between us, his posture rigid.

“The medical clearance is valid, Graham,” Julian said.

“We have the notary seal.”

“A seal from a notary who died five years ago,” Graham said, waving his hand dismissively.

“There is no one left to verify the validity of that signature except my mother.”

“And she will tell the court exactly what I want her to say.”

He looked at me, his eyes cold and calculating.

“By tomorrow morning, the estate accounts will be frozen pending a full forensic audit.”

“You won’t even be able to pay the property taxes on the main house, Evelyn.”