Divorced at Midnight, Desired by Dawn
“Any signature generated after twelve o'clock is legally void because the primary server was already flagged for external intrusion. You didn't plant evidence. You just recorded your own access code.”
Vanessa stared at the crushed plastic on the tiles, the last remnants of her confidence evaporating into the damp air.
Before anyone could move, the heavy restroom door swung open behind Marcus.
A tall, impeccably dressed woman with sharp, silver-streaked hair and a tailored cream coat stepped into the room. Her heels clicked a precise, dominant rhythm against the yellow tiles. It was Elara Higgins, Charlie’s wife.
Elara stopped, her gaze sweeping over Marcus, then Vanessa, and finally landing