The leaker wasn't on the plane.
It was worse.
Adrian's security dragged a girl off the plane. 20 years old. Crying.
"She sent the files from your laptop, Mr. Cole," the guard said.
"My laptop?" I whispered.
Adrian turned to me. Slowly.
His eyes were no longer cold. They were furious.
"Explain."
My mouth went dry. I didn't do it. I swear I didn't.
But the evidence was on my laptop. Files I never saw.
"Someone framed me," I said. My voice shook. "Adrian, please--"
"Don't say my name."
The words cut deeper than any knife.
He walked to the window. Back to me.
"Contract says I can divorce you anytime if you betray the company."
Betray.
That was the word that broke me.
"I didn't--"
"Then who did?" He spun around. "Who hates me enough to do this?"
And in that moment I realized.
It wasn't me.
It was someone inside his company. Someone who knew about our marriage.
Someone who wanted us to destroy each other.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown number.
A text: `You were supposed to ruin him. Not fall for him. - A friend`
A friend?
I looked up. Adrian was watching me.
"Who texted you?" he asked.
I hid my phone. "No one."
I just lied to my husband.
Again.