Fine.
I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.
“Naomi?” Evelyn answered immediately. “Tell me you’re not staring at that invitation alone.”
“I’m staring at evidence,” I replied calmly.
A brief pause followed. Then her tone sharpened. “Good.”
“I need certified copies of everything. Fertility records, paternity reports, the financial audit.”
“They’re already prepared.”
“And the house?”
“Still protected by your settlement clause. If Daniel committed fraud during the divorce, we can reopen the case.”
I looked down at the baby shower invitation and smiled faintly.
Camille thought I was the devastated barren ex-wife crawling back to watch her stolen fairytale blossom.
What she forgot was this:
Before Daniel married me, before Camille learned how expensive betrayal could become, I built the legal firm responsible for Mercer Holdings’ contracts.
I knew exactly where every body was buried.
