He slid the documents across the table.
“When Rachel and I got married, I signed over most of the assets—this house, the company, even our savings—into her name. If we were to separate, I’d be the one leaving empty-handed.”
Catherine’s face went pale. She tore through the documents, flipping each page faster, her hands shaking.
“You… You can’t be serious. You gave it all to her?”
Dad didn’t flinch. “I’m serious.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive. He plugged it into the laptop sitting on the sideboard. A voice came through the speakers.
Catherine’s voice.
“I heard Daniel’s doing well. I have to go back. That house, that money—I deserve a piece of it. And that woman, Rachel? I’ll find a way to get her out.”
