Amelia’s POV

The conference room becomes a war room within minutes.

Contracts spread across every surface—original versions, altered versions, subsidiary agreements, transfer authorizations. Nathan’s on his laptop coordinating with the legal team. Daniel’s on the phone with forensic accountants.

And I’m tracing paper trails like my life depends on it.

Because maybe it does. Maybe this is the only way I can prove I’m more than the woman he discarded. Maybe this is how I show ...