Adrian didn't want me to meet her alone.
He said it once, clearly, without heat. "She filed a declaration calling our marriage coercive. An unsupervised conversation with no documentation serves no legitimate purpose unless the purpose is something we haven't identified yet."
"Or," I said, "she's frightened and trapped and the only move she has left is to tell someone the truth off the record before her lawyers lock her into the version that destroys her."
He looked at me across the penthouse kitchen. The controlled face is working through the logic and not enjoying where it landed. "If this is a trap?"
"Then I walk out." I held his gaze. "She's not Hale. She's not Mercer. She's someone who just texted your brother at eleven PM saying she hadn't written the declaration with her name on
