Masuk"I am going to delay the divorce." I cracked my knuckles one at a time. "I will dispute every asset, challenge every valuation, and drag the proceedings out long enough to buy us time. She wants to leave quietly? I will make sure the process is so loud and so ugly that she has to choose between fighting me in court for a year or accepting a settlement that leaves her with nothing.""And what about Marcus?" Mia's voice dropped lower. "He is still reviewing the company finances and if he finds what you have been doing with those transactions, the divorce will be the least of your problems.""I know." The words tasted bitter coming out of my mouth because Mia was right and I hated when Mia was right. "What evidence do you have about Marcus and Jia? I need to know exactly what you are holding.""I have enough." She picked up her phone and turned it over in her hands without showing me the screen. "But I am not going to reveal everything until I know exactly how much this information is wo
Liam's POVI walked out of Jia's room with her voice still ringing in my ears and the image of that divorce folder pressed against her chest like a weapon she was daring me to try and take from her. She was serious. Not the kind of serious that fades after a few days of flowers and kind words. The kind of serious that comes with lawyers and signatures and bank account numbers printed on legal paper.I had underestimated her and that was a mistake I was not going to make again.I went straight to my study and locked the door and pulled out the phone I kept hidden in the bottom drawer of my desk. The one that could not be traced through the Collins network. I scrolled through the contacts until I found the name I was looking for and pressed call."It is Liam." I did not bother with a greeting because pleasantries were a waste of time when your entire life was burning down around you. "I need you to pull together everything you can find about my wife's marital assets. Joint accounts, inv
I thanked him and he moved on and I spent the next three hours burying myself in patient files and surgical prep notes because the hospital was the only place in my life where I could be someone other than Liam Collins's wife.At four thirty, Liam walked through the hospital entrance carrying a paper bag from the Italian restaurant on Fifth Street and a smile so warm it could have melted glass. He found me in the staff lounge and set the food on the table in front of me while two of my colleagues watched from the other side of the room."You have been working too hard, Jia." He unpacked the containers and arranged them neatly like a man who had been preparing meals for his wife his entire life instead of a man who had never once cooked anything for me in three years of marriage. "I brought you chicken parmesan and that salad you like with the roasted beets.""That is so thoughtful of you, Mr. Collins," one of the nurses said with a smile that made me want to scream."She deserves it."
Jia's POVRachel's office smelled like fresh coffee and expensive leather and the kind of quiet confidence that only comes from a woman who has spent fifteen years taking men apart inside courtrooms and walking out with her heels clicking louder than their lawyers' objections."Your husband's sudden transformation into a caring partner does not change the legal foundation of your case," Rachel said, flipping through the folder she had prepared for our meeting. "I have seen this behavior a hundred times, Jia. A spouse becomes unusually kind after receiving divorce paperwork because they are not trying to save the marriage. They are trying to build a defense.""He has been acting like a completely different person in front of everyone." I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my temples because the headache that Liam had planted behind my eyes three days ago had still not gone away. "He brings me food at the hospital. He compliments me in front of the staff. He tells his family that he is
"He will try. But my lawyer has already built the case around his behavior, not ours." She paused and bit her lower lip in that way she always did when she was about to ask me something she was not sure she wanted the answer to. "Are you starting to regret promising to wait for me?""I have never regretted choosing you, Jia." I let go of her hand and cupped her face between my palms so she could see every word I was about to say written directly in my eyes. "Not for one second. What I regret is watching you suffer while I have to stand back and pretend I am not dying inside every time Liam touches you or threatens you or looks at you like you are something he owns.""It will not be much longer." She turned her face into my palm and pressed her lips against the center of it. "One more week. Maybe two. And then I am free.""And then I am telling the family." I ran my thumb across her cheekbone. "No more hiding. No more pretending. No more watching you across a dinner table and acting li
Marcus's POVThe financial records arrived on my desk at eight fifteen on Wednesday morning in a brown envelope thick enough to stop a bullet. I closed my office door, locked it, and spread every single page across the surface of my desk until the mahogany disappeared under a sea of numbers and dates and company names that were supposed to tell me whether my own brother had been stealing from our family.At first glance, most of it looked like normal business. Vendor payments, consulting fees, travel reimbursements, operational costs connected to the three acquisitions Liam had been pushing for months. The kind of paperwork that would bore a normal person to tears and put an accountant to sleep.But I was not looking at the surface. I was looking at the bones underneath it.I pulled out the original submissions that Liam had presented to the board six months ago and placed them side by side with the latest documents. Then I started comparing line by line, figure by figure, date by dat







