POLICE CAME TO MY DOOR BECAUSE MY HUSBAND’S CAR CRASHED WITH $500K. HE CLAIMED HE WAS FRAMED, UNTIL I FOUND OUT MY PREGNANT SISTER WAS THE DRIVER.

I found Marcus Thorne. He was a high-powered, ruthless corporate litigator who had famously lost a bitter board election to Chloe’s father, the Chief of Surgery. When I walked into his glass-walled Manhattan office and dropped a printed binder of the USB drive contents onto his mahogany desk, Marcus looked annoyed. But as he started reading, his eyes widened. By page ten, a predatory smile spread across his face. "This isn't just a divorce, Mrs. Evans," Marcus said, tapping the binder. "This is a RICO case. Your husband is looking at twenty years in federal prison. And the hospital will have to pay you an astronomical settlement to keep this quiet." "I don't care about the settlement right now," I said, my voice ice-cold. "I want to destroy his life exactly the way he tried to destroy mine. When is the hospital's annual board gala?" Marcus checked his calendar. "Tomorrow night. They're combining it with Liam and Chloe's wedding rehearsal dinner. The entire medical board, the investors, and the CEO will be there." I looked Marcus dead in the eye. "Get me into that dinner. And have the FBI waiting outside." The plan was set. We needed one final piece of evidence to ensure Liam couldn't claim the USB was fabricated. We needed him on tape, admitting that he knew I wasn't the one running the shell companies.