medical incapacity,
and written spousal confirmation.
Thomas planned to fabricate the first.
Adrian would provide the second.
Thirty million dollars would temporarily move through a holding company they controlled.
Not three hundred million.
Not enough to destroy my family.
Enough to erase Thomas’s debts and disappear.
Margaret said:
“And after Greyhaven?”
Thomas:
“We put Claire on the charter flight.”
“To where?”
“A private clinic.”
Adrian:
“She’ll tell everyone.”
“Not if she spends another forty-eight hours sedated and wakes up believing she had a breakdown.”
My stomach twisted.
That was the plan.
Make me look unstable.
Manipulate the medical record.
Move the money.
Then return me to my family confused enough that Adrian could claim I needed treatment.
Maybe divorce me later.
Maybe stay married long enough to cover the theft.
I did not wait to hear more.
I backed away.
The floor creaked.
Everything stopped below.
I froze.
