Amelia’s POV
The conference room becomes a war room within minutes.
Contracts spread across every surface—original versions, altered versions, subsidiary agreements, transfer authorizations. Nathan’s on his laptop coordinating with the legal team. Daniel’s on the phone with forensic accountants.
And I’m tracing paper trails like my life depends on it.
Because maybe it does. Maybe this is the only way I can prove I’m more than the woman he discarded. Maybe this is how I show him—show myself—that I deserve to be here.
“Here.” I mark another document with a sticky note. “This transfer authorization routes through a secondary shell company. Cascade Holdings. Also registered to Marcus Hale.”
Daniel leans over my shoulder. Too close. I can feel the heat of him, smell his cologne—the same o
