Zomy POV“I can still protect you. Sign the papers and I’ll forgive everything.”Lucas’s voice pours through the tiny speaker of my phone, low and slick like spilled oil over kitchen tile. My thumb trembles against the cold plastic casing, pressing the little red dot on the screen that pulses with a steady, clinical rhythm. Recording. Every word he spits out is being saved to three different secure partitions.“Forgive me?” I whisper back, my voice barely scratching past the raw heat tearing up the back of my throat. “For what, Lucas? For finding out you were liquidating my accounts three days before the frost hit?”“You were hysterical,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his teeth, that effortless, boardroom cruelty that used to make me shrink. “You always panic when the markets shift. I was managing our exposure. And my child’s exposure.”My free hand drops instincti
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