Lisa’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
She stared at the laptop screen, her pulse pounding in her ears.
Ethan.
The proof was right there.
His face.
The gun.
The blood.
But would Liam believe her?
After everything?
After the offshore accounts, the photos, the headlines?
Her mind raced.
What if he didn’t?
What if he came home tonight not as her husband, but as her executioner?
Her eyes darted to the clock.
3:13 a.m.
The minutes dragged like chains.
A soft beep made her jump.
A text.
Unknown Number: “Destroy the files. Or you won’t live to use them.”
Her stomach twisted.
Her gaze locked onto the USB still plugged into the laptop.
She could hit delete.
Wipe it all.
Walk away.
Save herself.
But then what?
Let Ethan win?
Let Tony own the company?
Let Liam believe she bet
