The ink on the intake form stared back at me. It was my signature. The sharp slant of the G, the hurried loop of the R—it was an exact replica of my handwriting. Except I had never seen this document before in my life. / Chapter 4 / 20

Chapter 4 - The Threat and the FlashdriveThe threat hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

For a horrifying second, I looked at Sloane and realized I didn't know her at all. The woman I had proposed to six months ago was a ghost, a carefully constructed illusion designed to infiltrate my life, isolate me from my friends, and systematically steal my family.

"You think you have all the cards, don't you?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm.

Sloane raised an eyebrow, a smug smile playing on her crimson lips. "I have the pre-nup, Graham. I have your corporate proxy signatures. And outside, waiting in a black Mercedes, is a reporter from the City Chronicle who will publish an expose on your daughter's 'severe psychological instability' the moment I text her a single word. Do you want Maisie's face plastered across the morning news? Do you want her labeled a dangerous hazard before she even starts first grade?"

Maisie whimpered, burying her face deeper into my knees. "Daddy, make her go away."

I knelt down, gently unlatching the metal chain from her ankle. The lock clicked open with a chilling metallic snap. I pulled off my suit jacket and wrapped it around her shivering shoulders.

"Marcus," I said without looking up.

"Yeah, Graham?"

"Go outside. Tell the guests there’s an emergency. Tell them the wedding is canceled."

"Graham, are you sure?" Marcus glanced nervously at Sloane. "If you do that, she’ll—"

"Do it, Marcus."

Sloane's phone flashed in her hand. Her thumb hovered over the screen. "Last chance, Graham. One text, and your life is over."

"Send it," I said, standing up and lifting Maisie into my arms. "Because while you were busy plotting how to institutionalize my daughter, you forgot one very important detail about corporate law."

Sloane froze, her thumb stopping an inch above the glass screen. "What are you talking about?"

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a small black flash drive, and tossed it onto the glass console table beside her wedding bouquet.

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"You thought you cleaned out my home office last night," I said, stepping past her toward the back service stairs. "You missed the backup server in the wall safe. Every email, every forged document, every financial transfer you made behind my back since the day you moved in... it's all copied, encrypted, and currently auto-scheduled to land in the inbox of the District Attorney’s office if my phone doesn't ping a safety check every thirty minutes."

Sloane’s face drained of color. The smug mask shattered completely, revealing pure, unadulterated terror.