“You did this to yourself when you signed those transfers,” I said.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist.

His hand was freezing and wet.

“I built Horizonte,” he said, his grip tightening. “I built everything.”

“And you destroyed it,” I said, looking down at his hand on my skin.

He let go of my wrist, shaking his head.

“Why?” he asked. “You were my wife. You were supposed to protect the family name.”

“I am protecting the family,” I said.

“By ruining me?” he laughed, a harsh, dry sound. “By giving my company to the wolves?”

“The company was already hollow, Alvaro,” I said. “You knew that. The board knew it.”

He took a step closer, his breath smelling of stale coffee and cigarettes.

“I will fight this,” he said. “I will hire the best lawyers in Spain. I will drag you through the mud.”

“You don’t have the money for those lawyers anymore,” I said. “The accounts in Switzerland have been frozen.”

He went still.

The only sound was the rain beating against the slate roof above us.

“How do you know that?” he asked.