LOGINCATHERINE POV The lawyer's office smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, a stark contrast to the storm raging beneath my calm exterior. Patricia Hale had handled Vance Construction Group's contracts since the beginning, a strong willed woman who'd seen enough corporate messes to never look surprised by anything I brought her.She looked surprised now."I've pulled everything back to incorporation," she said, sliding a thick folder across her desk. "Catherine, some of these early transfers don't match anything in our standard filing structure. I need to ask you directly, did you ever review the initial funding sources yourself?""I trusted the people who helped me start it," I admitted, my voice quiet than I intended. "I didn't ask enough questions back then. I was barely surviving, let alone auditing."She nodded slowly, understanding without judgment, and opened the folder to the first flagged page."This," she said, tapping a line of routing numbers, "moved through four different
CATHERINE POV I called Jasmine's phone eleven times before nine in the morning. Every call rang out and died into the same flat.Adrian's phone did the same.I stood in my kitchen with the sun barely up, my coffee going cold, staring at a screen that refused to give me anything, and felt something I hadn't let myself feel in years creep quietly back into my chest.“Dominic would have answered by the third call.”The thought arrived uninvited and entirely unrelated to anything happening in this kitchen. I pushed it away the way I always did, but it lingered on the edge of my mind anyway. Whatever else he'd been cold, distant, cruel in ways I still hadn't fully forgiven but he had never once made me chase him through silence. He'd always answer. Even when what he said broke something in me, he answered.I hated that small and foolish part of me still comparing other men with how responsive he was to me.I dropped the children at school myself that morning, watching them disappear throu
CATHERINE POV I found Adrian at the house two days later, kneeling in the garden with Dylan, the two of them hunched over some contraption of sticks and string that Dylan had apparently declared a "trap for spies." Sera sat cross-legged nearby, telling them instructions neither of them followed.For one moment, I was watching him laugh at something Dylan said, I almost lost the resolve I'd spent two sleepless nights building.Then I remembered his hesitation in my office. “It's complicated, Cat.” Five years of trusting a man who apparently found the truth too complicated to tell me even now."Adrian." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Can we talk? Alone."He looked up, and something in my face must have told him this wasn't a request. He rose, brushed the grass from his knees, and told the children he'd be right back, his easy smile that never quite reached his ears.We walked to the far end of the garden, out where no one can eavesdrop on us, the late afternoon sun throwing l
DOMINICThe man didn't move toward me.He held my gaze a moment longer, two fingers still resting against the brim of his cap, and then slowly turned and walked back toward his car. No words or any confrontation. Just that creep gesture, calm enough to feel more like a threat than any direct confrontation could ever be.I sat frozen behind the wheel, my pulse hammering, every instinct screaming at me not to move or react, not to give him anything more to read from my face than he'd already taken.He climbed into the grey sedan without looking back again. The engine started. I watched it pull away from the curb, exactly the way he'd crossed the street and disappear around the corner toward the wider roads leading out of the neighborhood.I didn't follow him.I sat there long after the street went quiet again, my hands finally not shaking anymore, now that no one could see them. A man who tips his cap instead of asking questions is a man confident enough in his own reach that confrontat
DOMINIC POV I woke up with my jacket still on from last night and the taste of scotch gone stale in my mouth. Grey light crawled through the curtains. For three seconds I forgot everything.Then I remembered his name on that television screen, and I was on my feet.Reyes.The man who stood in front of every camera meant for her. If I wanted Catherine, I had to start with him.I didn't call Marcus. He would have sent a team, a plan, a list of risks. The last time I let someone else stand between me and my wife, she ended up in a burning car. This one, I would do with my own hands.Reyes wasn't hard to find. A man who smiles for cameras leaves footprints. A business-club photo, a charity page, a gym membership mentioned in a magazine profile. By eight o'clock I was parked across from a glass apartment tower, a paper cup of bad coffee going cold in my hand.Reyes came out at nine, tall and easy in a navy suit, phone against his ear. He looked exactly like what the men at the bar had desc
CATHERINE POV "Don't answer that," Adrian said again, sharper this time, but the phone was already pressed to my ear."Hello?"Silence greeted me first, the silence of someone listening rather than speaking. Then an unfamiliar voice that made my skin crawl."Catherine Vance," it said. Not a question. "Or should I call you Mrs. Moretti?"My blood turned to ice. I gripped the edge of my desk, my knees suddenly unsteady beneath me. "Who is this?""Someone who's been watching your company for a very long time." A pause, unhurried, cruel in its patience. "You should ask your friend standing next to you what Ashgrove Capital really is. Ask him why your safety report disappeared so quickly after his mother made a phone call."The line went dead before I could respond.I lowered the phone slowly, my hand trembling, and turned to find Adrian's face drained of all color, watching me with an expression I'd never once seen from him in five years."Who was that," he said, though something in his v







