Chapter 5

The door clicked shut, and the room fell silent.

I slid down to the floor with my back against the door, my left leg stretched out, stiff and limp, toes drooping downward.

My phone screen lit up.

It was a message from the lawyer: [Mr. Grant, we're still missing a detailed list of your marital assets.]

I stared at the words, then dragged the file box out from under the bed.

Inside were the records I'd secretly kept over the years, including transfer receipts, loan documents, hospital bills, and screenshots of bank verification texts.

Tucked inside was an old photo.