Emotional. Predictable. The kind of woman who would either panic… or forgive.
They had built an entire plan around that assumption.
They had no idea I had already prepared for betrayal long before tonight ever happened.
I opened my laptop and logged into a system none of them even knew existed.
Not the house network.
Not my firm’s client database.
Something quieter. Older. Built slowly over years of watching patterns that didn’t add up.
A private archive.