Mara POV
The text comes through at 4:23 AM.
I'm already awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the couples' retreat—about Lucien shielding me during the storm, about the way his hand lingered on my waist during the yacht party, about how the lines between performance and reality keep blurring.
My phone lights up the darkness. Unknown number.
Enjoy the retreat? Hope it was worth it. Check your email. - E
My stomach drops. I know that E.
I grab my laptop from the nightstand with shaking hands and open my email. The message is waiting, sent at 4:15 AM from an encrypted address.
No subject line. Just an attachment.
I click it and my world tilts.
It's the contract. Our marriage contract. But not just a copy—a full dossier. Payment records showing the $3.2 million wire transfe
