The alarm on my phone went off at 9:17 p.m. Not my house alarm. Moretti Blooms. I was in the library at the Orlov estate, halfway through tomorrow's supplier schedule. Mikhail was across the room on a call. The notification flashed red. REAR ENTRY — FORCED ACCESS. I st

Mikhail did not come to the hotel. He sent lawyers. That was smarter. At ten the next morning, my attorney walked into the private meeting room with a black folder thick enough to make me nervous.

"What is that?"

"Apparently, your husband has discovered paperwork."

I waited twenty minutes before answering Sofia. Not because Mikhail told me to. He didn't. I waited because I wanted my attorney to confirm that the warehouse evidence was already copied somewhere I could not delete even if I lost my mind and tried. Then I texted one wo