He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he stared at the screen.

“Agent Vance,” I said, “the document my husband used to frame me tonight was a transfer of funds from the trust’s reserve account.”

“He thought he was stealing from Lotus Bay’s corporate accounts,” I said.

“But Lotus Bay is owned by a separate entity entirely.”

“He was actually transferring money out of his own family’s trust fund,” I said.

“Which constitutes a direct breach of Section 4 of the charter.”

Agent Vance looked down at his phone, which had just buzzed with a loud notification.

He read the screen, his expression hardening.

“Mrs. Arden,” Vance said, looking up at me. “The federal prosecutor’s office has just verified your digital submission.”

He slowly lowered the handcuffs, returning them to his belt.

Daniel stared at the agent, his face turning an ash-gray color.

“What?” Daniel whispered. “No. That’s impossible. She’s the one who signed the authorization.”

“I didn’t sign it,” I said. “You used a digital copy of my signature from our marriage certificate.”