“Everything is ready.”
The woman smiled.
Adrian lowered his voice slightly.
“That idiot is about to lose everything.”
She laughed.
“And she won’t even know what hit her.”
My mouth went dry.
There was no question who the idiot was.
Me.
And “everything” sounded much bigger than an affair.
Money.
Property.
Documents.
Something carefully planned.
For one second, every part of me wanted to walk over and confront him.
Then I noticed the leather briefcase tucked beneath Adrian’s arm.
His serious briefcase.
The one he only carried to meetings involving banks, lawyers, or investors.
The same one I had seen on our dining table a month earlier when he convinced me to sign what he described as routine paperwork for his startup.
I could still hear his voice.
“Claire, it’s standard paperwork. You trust me, don’t you?”
That memory made me stop.
Instead of confronting him—
