“It was a transition,” Patricia said, her voice sharp as glass. “One that required a permanent solution.”

“You used me,” he said.

“I saved us,” Patricia snapped. “I saved you from obscurity, Harrison.”

Harrison looked down at the black leather folder on the desk.

He flipped open the first divider, his fingers moving with frantic, clumsy speed.

He pulled out a spreadsheet titled *Project Vanguard: Asset Integration*.

My heart gave a heavy thud against my ribs.

That was the document Elena had spent three months trying to find.

“It’s all here,” Harrison whispered. “The automatic transfers from Claire’s personal holdings account. The ones you told me were standard joint-asset management fees.”

“They were necessary,” Patricia said.

She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to grab the edge of the folder.

“Give that to me,” she commanded.

Harrison pulled the folder back, out of her reach.

“You lied to me,” he said, his face flushing a deep, angry red. “You told me Claire was the one being difficult about the prenuptial agreement.”