Chapter 19
Retribution
(Maya’s POV)
I sat across from Kinsley in her sleek downtown office, surrounded by glass walls and cold ambition. A thick file sat between us on the coffee table, neatly organized, damning, complete.
Isabella leaned back in the chair beside me, her legs crossed, her leather jacket folded over the armrest. She looked pleased. She had every right to be. The evidence she’d gathered over the past few weeks was the kind of thing you could burn someone’s life to the ground with.
“We have everything we need to move forward,” Kinsley said, her tone crisp. “The photos, financial records, surveillance reports. Your husband’s affair isn’t even the worst part.”
“Yet,” Isabella added, flipping a page in the folder. “I have no doubt more will come out. People like David alwa
