Below, Biscayne Bay glittered as if nothing in the world could possibly be wrong.
“What happens if he files?”
“We respond. Hard. The prenup is solid. Separate assets are documented. The court already reviewed sealed summaries. He has no claim unless he can show intentional concealment of marital property.”
“And can he?”
Marina looked at me carefully.
“No. Unless there is something you haven’t told me.”
The room stilled.
Theo looked down at his notes.
One of the associates pretended to review a document.
I turned from the window.
“There isn’t.”
Marina held my gaze a second longer, then nodded.
But the problem with secrets is that even when they are legal, even when they are justified, even when they are protected by contracts and court orders, they do not like being disturbed.
And Ronald had disturbed one that morning.
Not Valestone.
Something beneath it.
At 2:45 p.m., Ronald filed an emergency motion.
