Then Edward reached for a file on his desk and tossed it toward her.
Maya caught it clumsily.
When she opened it, her blood went cold.
It was William’s company report.
Debt statements.
Bank warnings.
Pending lawsuits.
Every ugly detail.
“What is this?” she whispered.
Edward slipped one hand into his pocket casually.
“Your husband is drowning.”
Maya looked up sharply.
“You investigated him?”
“I investigate anyone connected to you.”
The possessiveness in his tone made her pulse shake.
Anger flared instantly.
“You had no right—”
“He’s about to lose everything,” Edward interrupted coldly. “Including your apartment.”
Maya’s face paled.
“How do you know about that?”
Edward said nothing.
Which was answer enough.
Fear slowly crept into her chest.
This wasn’t a coincidence.
