I would never beg a Vale for anything again.
What Alexander never learned was what happened after I left.
I rebuilt my life.
Slowly.
Painfully.
I became a forensic cybersecurity consultant.
Digital fraud.
Metadata analysis.
Cloned accounts.
Fake emails.
Financial records.
Manipulated files.
The same kind of evidence that had destroyed my marriage eventually became my profession.
And that was how I discovered the truth.
The evidence against me had been manufactured.
Back on the yacht, Alexander finally found his voice.
“How old is he?”
Vanessa laughed immediately.
Too quickly.
“Alexander, please. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
He ignored her.
His eyes remained fixed on Liam.
“Claire.”
His voice shook.
“How old?”
