I took a slow, deliberate breath.

“Margaret drafted the agreement before our wedding. You signed it, Nathan.”

“You signed the addendum when we moved into this penthouse.”

His face paled.

He looked at Sloane, then back at me.

“That was a formality,” he said, stepping closer. “For tax purposes.”

“It was a protective clause,” I said.

“If there is any sign of marital asset dissipation, the trustee has the right to freeze every account associated with the estate.”

“Asset dissipation?” Nathan said, his voice rising again. “I am investing in our future. Sloane’s firm is staging the new properties.”

“Sloane’s firm is staging your new apartment,” I corrected him. “The one you leased downtown.”

“The one you paid for using the trust’s credit line.”

Sloane’s eyes widened.

She looked at Nathan, her expression turning sharp and demanding.

“Nathan, you said that account was clear,” she whispered.

“It is clear,” he hissed back at her. “She’s bluffing.”

“Am I?” I asked.

I raised my phone and showed him the screen.

The message from Margaret was clear, stamped with the digital seal of Crane & Associates.