Elena’s POV
Adrian didn’t wait until morning.
He stood at the kitchen counter with the phone pressed to his ear, voice low and tight while I sat on the edge of the couch and listened.
“Pull every record tied to the secondary holding company and any offshore ledgers connected to the family from six years ago. Dates. Amounts. Names. Tonight if you can.”
He hung up and stayed at the window for a long time, one hand braced against the frame, back to me. The shades were still drawn. Only a thin line of city light cut across the floor.
I walked over and rested my forehead against his shoulder blade. His shirt was warm under my skin. He didn’t turn, but his free hand found mine and held on.
“Six years,” he said. “That’s when everything between us was already falling apart. If there’s a ledg
