Two hours after my ex-husband remarried, he walked into my hospital room to force me to sign an NDA—until something happened that left both him and his bride completely shaken.

Steady.

Alive.

Celeste began to tremble.

I didn’t forgive her.

But I watched the truth reach her, and I understood something: truth doesn’t choose who deserves it.

It burns anyone in its path.

Arthur handed the injunction back to Simone.

“My firm is withdrawing from the merger,” he said.

Dominic snapped toward him. “You can’t do that.”

“I can. And I am.”

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