Alexander POV
I watch Elena walk upstairs, her spine rigid with defiance, something dark and cold settles in my chest, not jealousy, just anger that my control is slipping.
That she thinks she can defy me without consequences.
In my office, I pull out my phone, dial Thomas Grayson, my family lawyer, picks up on the third ring.
"Alexander, it's late, what can I do for you?"
"I need to review the marriage contract, specifically the clauses about Elena's access to her foundation funds."
Thomas is quiet for a moment, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking my wife needs to remember who controls the money that runs her little charity project." I say it coldly, precisely, with no room for argument.
"I'll send over the documents now, give me ten minutes."
I pour myself a scotch while I wa
