I keep my eyes on my laptop screen, my fingers moving fast over the keyboard as a new line of code forms.

My head is far from calm.

“I still find it hard to believe,” I mutter.

“Using a fake company name and dropping sixteen million dollars into our brand.”

Zara’s voice moans from the bed. “Sixteen million dollars or not, he needs to be removed, ASAP.”

“I’ll work on it.”

“And what about the part where he called you his wife?” she asks.

I pause. My ...