“No,” I said. “You emailed them to Daniel’s company account. His company used my cybersecurity firm for three years. I built the compliance archive before you pushed me out.”
Daniel froze.
That was the part they ignored. They called me “the wife who handled admin.” They forgot I designed the security systems, negotiated early contracts, and maintained the records for investor audits.
“You signed an NDA,” Daniel said weakly.
“For company secrets,” I replied. “Not for proof of fraud, coercion, hidden assets, or abandoning a pregnant wife.”
His gaze flicked to the baby.
“She’s mine,” he whispered.
“She has your blood,” I said. “She’ll never have your name.”
Vanessa recovered first. “No court will care. Daniel has money. Lawyers. Influence.”
I looked past them.
Mara stood in the doorway in a black suit, phone raised.
“Actually,” my lawyer said, “the court cares very much. And so do your investors. Especially since you just offered hush money in front of two witnesses.”
Daniel went pale.
Vanessa snapped, “Delete that recording.”
Mara smiled.
“It’s already synced.”
