You’re making a mistake. Nathan chose me because I understand the world he belongs in. Don’t ruin yourself trying to punish him.

I stare until the words stop hurting and start shining.

Then I forward it to Vivian.

She reads it and makes a pleased sound.

“That helps.”

“How?”

“She is arrogant enough to keep writing.”

And Serena does.

Three more messages arrive in seven minutes. Each one sharper, less polished, more useful. She mentions Silver Coast, the forged mortgage, and investors Nathan has been misleading.

By the fourth message, she writes the sentence Vivian has been waiting for.

You signed the house paperwork whether you remember it or not, so stop pretending you’re innocent.

Vivian exhales.

“There.”

My stomach tightens. “What?”

“She just tied herself to the forgery.”

For months, Serena had been perfume, receipts, hotel charges, and a red dress on a dance floor. Now she has become something better than a mistress.

She is evidence.

At 2:00 a.m., Vivian files the first emergency documents electronically.

At 2:22, my accountant freezes a joint business account Nathan had been using as a pass-through. At 2:40, the bank holding the mortgage papers receives a preservation notice. At 3:05, Robert Hayes replies with six words.

I knew this would happen. Call me.

Vivian calls him on speaker.

He answers before the first ring finishes.

“Is Caroline safe?”

His voice is stripped of gala polish. He sounds afraid. Not only for me. For himself. For the firm. For whatever Nathan has dragged them into.

“I’m safe,” I say.

Robert exhales.

“Thank God. Nathan is losing his mind. He’s telling everyone you had a breakdown and stole confidential files.”

Vivian raises one eyebrow.

There it is.

The first counterattack.

“What files?” she asks.

Robert hesitates. “You are?”

“Vivian Cole, counsel for Caroline Whitmore.”

Silence.

Then Robert says, “I want it clear that I never authorized anything related to Silver Coast outside normal review.”

Vivian’s face hardens with professional interest.

“Then be very careful with your next sentence.”

Robert lowers his voice.

“Nathan moved investor money through entities I couldn’t identify. When I questioned him, he said Serena had municipal contacts and private guarantees. I told him to slow down. He said the project was too big to pause.”

A chill moves through me.

“What private guarantees?” I ask.

Robert pauses.

“Your house. That’s what he implied.”

My throat closes.