At 4:30 a.m., my husband came home and asked for a divorce while I held our two-month-old baby and cooked for his family—but I walked away quietly, and what followed changed everything.

fingers tightened around the cup.

“Yes.”

“Legal access?”

“Read-only. Old project permissions. They never removed me.”

Mrs. Parker nodded once.

“Then we do this clean.”

At 6:03 a.m., Claire logged in.

She didn’t hack anything. She didn’t take anything improperly. She used credentials still legally tied to her name, with read-only continue reading …