Date of death: six years ago.
But underneath it was a second document.
A medical record from eighteen months later.
Same Social Security number.
Same fingerprints.
Different name.
My blood ran cold.
“She was alive.”
My investigator nodded.
“And someone has been paying her.”
“Who?”
He turned the screen.
The payments came from an account belonging to…
Ryan Montgomery.
I couldn’t breathe.
My ex-husband.
The man who had just watched his mother arrive at my mansion with two moving trucks.
The man who claimed he wanted nothing from me.
The man who had spent five years pretending he didn’t know about my family’s money.
He had been paying Maren.
All along.
And suddenly, the divorce wasn’t the end of my marriage.
It was the beginning of the truth.
I looked at Lily.
Then at my investigator.
“Find Maren.”
He nodded.
“I already did.”
My heart stopped.
“Where?”
He showed me a photograph.
Maren was standing outside a private clinic in Connecticut.
Taken three days ago.
And beside her…
was Ryan.
