I couldn’t run from them forever.

If I fled tonight, I would spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.

I needed to change the rules of the game.

I needed to bring the fight into the light where Daniel couldn’t use his wealth to crush me in secret.

I walked over to the easel and touched the wet black paint on the canvas.

A plan began to form in my mind.

If they wanted the truth, I would give it to them, but not on their terms.

I would show it to everyone.

I picked up my notebook and opened it to a blank page.

I began to sketch out a list of names.

Art critics, corporate journalists, city socialites, and Daniel’s primary investors.

I would invite them all.

An exclusive, one-night-only exhibition right here in the heart of the Wabash arts district.

The theme would be power, greed, and the hidden cost of marriage.

I would paint the story of their fraud on canvases so large they couldn’t be ignored.

I would drop hints of the files, the secondary accounts, and the lies that built the Hayes empire.