“Sign them!” my husband sneered, one arm wrapped around my sister’s waist as she rubbed her stomach and smiled at me like she’d already won.

My fingers tightened around the pen.

They noticed.

They thought I was breaking.

What they didn’t know was that two weeks earlier, my forensic accountant had discovered Daniel moving money out of Mercer Development through shell vendors.

What they didn’t know was that Mercer Development wasn’t Daniel’s company.

It was mine.

My grandfather had created it, then three years before his death transferred controlling ownership into an irrevocable trust naming me sole beneficiary. Daniel had merely been allowed to serve as president.

Allowed.

Not entitled.

And they certainly didn’t know my attorney, Evelyn Shaw, had prepared a second set of documents after reviewing Daniel’s settlement proposal.

Documents that looked almost identical.

I signed page after page.

Daniel’s grin widened with every signature.

“There,” I said finally.

He snatched the stack.

“That’s more like it.”

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