I walked down the stone steps toward my car, parked under the dripping oak trees.

Once inside the vehicle, I closed the door, shutting out the sound of the storm.

I sat in the darkness for a moment, listening to the heater begin to blow warm air.

My hands were shaking violently now.

I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

I had to stay focused.

The registration of the contract was only the first step.

Daniel’s lawyers would try every trick to delay the asset freeze.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone to check the messages.

There was another text.

It was not from my attorney.

It was from an unknown number.

I tapped the screen to open the message.

The text was short, but the name at the bottom made my breath catch.

*Emily, it’s Sophia.*

*I know about the offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands.*

*I know where he keeps the physical ledger for the cash transactions.*

*We need to talk.*

*I will tell you everything if you promise to keep my name out of the lawsuit.*