“Could it have come through discovery?”
“No,” she said immediately. “We disclosed what the law required. Separate premarital holdings were documented under seal. Ronald’s counsel reviewed enough to satisfy valuation exclusions, but not enough to map the structure.”
“His counsel?”
A harder silence.
Then Marina said, “Let me make calls.”
By nine, the city outside my windows had brightened into gold. Miami looked impossible in the morning, all glass towers, ocean light, and soft blue distance. It was the kind of beauty that made people forget how ugly ambition could become behind closed doors.
I showered. Dressed in a white silk blouse and charcoal trousers. Pinned my hair low at the nape of my neck.
Armor didn’t always look like steel.
At 9:17, an email arrived from an address I recognized instantly.
RONALD COBB, ESQ.
The subject line was almost funny.
URGENT: FAILURE TO DISCLOSE MARITAL ASSETS.
Ronald was not an attorney, but he had always enjoyed pretending legal language became more powerful when he typed it in capital letters.
