Ethan opened the folder eagerly—but instead of bank details, he found legal documents.
A trust.
Irrevocable. Untouchable.
“There are no codes,” I told him.
The money had already been transferred—into a protected trust he couldn’t access.
“I don’t control it,” I said. “I only receive a stipend.”
His face went pale.
“You can’t touch it?” he asked.
“No.”
Linda exploded in anger, accusing me of hiding assets.
I calmly placed another document on the table.
Divorce papers.
And worse—legal action.
Because he had forged my signature and used our home illegally.
His accounts were already frozen.
And then—
A loud knock at the door.
