I leaned over Elena’s shoulder to read the text.

It was a non-disclosure agreement, bearing my signature in blue ink at the bottom.

The date on the document was from three weeks ago, long after I had filed for divorce.

According to the text, I had agreed to assume all of Voss Holdings’ outstanding debts in exchange for their silence on my proprietary software.

It was a complete fabrication, a desperate lie.

I had never seen this document in my life, let alone signed it.

“That is a forgery,” Elena said, her voice cold and steady.

“Prove it,” Patricia spat, a cruel, triumphant smile touching her lips.

“The signature is identical to Claire’s,” Harrison whispered, leaning over to look at the paper.

“Because she traced it, Harrison,” I said, finding my voice.

“If this goes public, Claire, your precious software company goes down with us,” Patricia said.

She leaned over the table, her breath smelling of mint and stale coffee.

“The press won’t care if it’s real or fake,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice.

“They will only see that the tech darling of Minneapolis is tied to a sinking ship.”