He let out a weak sob, the sound echoing off the high ceilings.

“Maya, I’m sorry,” Daniel wept, his knees buckling slightly.

“I did it for us. I wanted to prove I could run things.”

“You did it for yourself,” I said, turning my back on him.

I looked at Mr. Han.

“Have the security staff prepare the exit,” I said.

“Of course, Mrs. Arden,” Mr. Han replied, bowing his head.

“What about us?” Claire whimpered, clutching her mother’s arm.

“We don’t have our wallets. Our bags are in the room.”

“Your bags will be delivered to the resort gates,” Mr. Han told her coldly.

“You may wait for them outside.”

“Outside?” Vivian gasped. “In the dark? In front of everyone?”

The rain had stopped, but the coastal wind was blowing hard through the open terrace doors.

“The gates are just a short walk down the driveway,” I said.

“I suggest you start walking.”

Before they could take another step, the heavy double doors at the back of the ballroom rattled.

A man in a dark tailored suit entered, holding a black leather briefcase.