“No.” She shakes her head. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to make pretty, heartfelt speeches when I’ve seen the evidence in black and white. In your own f*****g handwriting.”
She turns away from me.
“Tell me about the acquisition. The real timeline.”
“It doesn’t matter—”
“It matters to me!” she interrupts. “I want to know how you were going to do it.”
I run a hand through my hair and exhale. This is going exactly how I knew it would go if she ever found out.
“How long ago did it start, Stefan?”
“Six months.”
She goes very still. “Six months. Before you ever met me.”
“Yes.”
“And the baby? Was that always part of it, too?”
“The baby was… It was… A way to make things make sense. Legitimacy.”
“So I was your cover.” The words fall out of her mouth like she’s testing them,
