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The silence in the forty-second-floor office stretched so thin I could hear the faint hum of the HVAC system overhead. / Chapter 13 / 20

Chapter 13 - Confrontation in the KitchenI walked out of the study and into the sprawling marble kitchen. Elena was unbuckling Julian’s coat, her cheeks flushed with the autumn chill, a bright smile gracing her lips.

The sight of her joy twisted a knife straight into my gut.

"How was the appointment?" I asked, keeping my voice carefully neutral, though my hands were balled into fists inside my pockets.

"Wonderful," Elena beamed, kissing the top of Julian's head before turning to me. "The pediatrician says they're growing perfectly. Leo actually gained two pounds!"

She stepped closer, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck, but I didn't lean in. I stood rigid, my eyes locked onto hers.

Elena’s smile faltered. Her green eyes searched my face, instantly recognizing the dark, calculating look that had terrified her three years ago.

"Tobias? What's wrong?"

"Twelve million dollars, Elena," I said softly, the words dropping into the quiet kitchen like falling glass.

Her breath hitched. The warmth drained entirely from her face, leaving her pale and exposed.

"What... what are you talking about?" she whispered, her hands dropping slowly from my shoulders.

"Twelve million dollars injected into a congenital cardiology biotech firm in London," I stepped closer, towering over her, my control finally snapping. "Funded by an offshore account carrying your signature, countersigned by Julian Vance. Tell me, did you plan this grand betrayal before or after you walked into my office with the double stroller?"

Elena staggered back as if she had been physically struck. Tears instantly welled in her green eyes, but this time, they weren't tears of vulnerability—they were burning, incandescent rage.

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"Don't deflect!" I roared, slamming my hand against the marble island. "Answer the question! Where did twelve million dollars come from?!"

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