“And because of that breach, the trust is officially dissolved.”

The silence in the small lounge was absolute.

Even the distant chatter from the ballroom seemed to have died down.

“Dissolved?” Claire whispered. “What does that mean for us?”

“It means you are broke, Claire,” I said plainly.

“It means the cars, the jewelry, the country club memberships—all of it was leased or paid for by the trust,” I said.

“And as of five minutes ago, the accounts have been frozen.”

Vivian stood perfectly still, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She looked at me, her eyes dark with a venomous fury.

“You think you’ve won,” she whispered.

“I haven’t won anything, Vivian,” I said. “I am simply taking back what belongs to me.”

“We will sue you,” Vivian said. “We will drag your name through every tabloid in the country. You will be ruined.”

“With what money?” I asked.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“The lawyers you would hire are currently on my payroll,” I said.

“And the media outlets you want to call are currently covering my grand reopening downstairs.”