“Sadie, please.”
“I married you for money. I can admit that. But I loved you out of my own will, and you betrayed me.”
I grabbed the notebook and the trust papers.
“Sadie,” Jonah said. “Where are you going?”
“Sadie, please.”
“Nowhere,” I said. “You are.”
Owen stepped beside me.
Jonah looked at both of us, then lowered his head and left.
***
After Jonah left, Owen read Celeste’s notes twice.
“She wrote about us like we were stains on a couch,” he said.
“She has money, lawyers, board members, and people trained to believe her.”
Owen stepped beside me.
Owen tapped the trust document. “And you have her signature.”
“That doesn’t mean I know how to fight her.”
“No,” he said. “But it means she knows you can.”
That stayed with me the next morning when Celeste called.
***
“Sadie, dear,” she said. “We have business to conclude.”
Her office looked the same, but everything had changed.
