I needed someone who could stop Ethan before he drained what was left of our shared accounts.

I needed someone who cared about the firm’s reputation but also cared about me.

Arthur Vance.

Arthur had been my father’s friend before he became Ethan’s business partner.

He had stood at our wedding, toasted our future, and bought us our first piece of art.

He trusted Ethan, but he valued integrity above all else.

If I showed this to Arthur, he would have no choice but to act.

It would protect the firm, and it would give me the leverage I needed.

I gathered the printed sheets and slipped them into a plain manila folder.

I locked the desk drawer and returned the key to the silver humidor.

I shut down his laptop and wiped the desk with the sleeve of my sweater to remove any trace of my presence.

I went back down to the kitchen.

I took a deep breath and picked up my phone.

I searched my contacts for Arthur’s private mobile number.

My thumb hovered over the call button.