“You think you built everything alone?” he snapped. “Clients trusted this company because I knew how to speak to them. Men like dealing with me. You were too cold, too intense, too obsessed with control.”
I looked at the red recording light on the table.
“Thank you,” I said.
His eyes followed mine.
Too late.
Helen opened the final folder.
“This is an email Daniel sent to a private attorney two weeks ago,” she said.
Daniel stood. “That’s privileged.”
“Not when it was forwarded from a company account during an internal fraud investigation,” Helen replied.
She read the subject line aloud.
“Asset strategy before separation.”
My pulse stayed calm.
In the email, Daniel called me unstable. Said my reputation could be pressured. Asked if he could claim part of my house because he had “enhanced its social value.” Then came the sentence that made Patricia stop breathing.
“My mother can help push Rachel into a settlement.”
Patricia whispered, “Daniel?”
He didn’t look at her.
He looked at me.
“You weren’t supposed to find that.”
I almost smiled.
READ MORE ON THE NEXT PAGE…
