Behind me, Victoria gave a laugh that was far too loud. Celeste said something that made Daniel curse under his breath. The ballroom doors shut behind me, cutting the music off cleanly.
Outside, rain glittered across the pavement. I stood beneath the awning, breathing like someone who had just walked away from a wreck.
My phone buzzed before the valet returned with my car.
Daniel.
I let it ring.
That night, he called eleven times. I watched every call slide into voicemail.
At midnight, I opened the safe in my office.
Inside were three flash drives, a sealed envelope from a private investigator, and the prenuptial agreement Daniel had signed without reading because he believed love made women reckless.
I called my attorney.
When Margaret Voss picked up, I said, “It’s time.”
