The second showed him entering the same hotel at night.
The third showed Amber in a restaurant booth, sitting across from Victor Hale.
My fingers tightened.
The fourth was a copy of a wire transfer.
The fifth was a legal draft labeled Confidential Separation Agreement.
I read the first page.
Then the second.
Then I stopped.
Amber had known everything.
The affair.
The debts.
The lies.
She had not been trapped in Brandon’s downfall.
She had been managing it.
According to the draft, Amber was preparing to divorce him and claim half of everything he had told her he owned, including interests in Redwood Capital, my company assets, and the River Oaks property. She had hired investigators. She had collected evidence. She had met with Halden not as a frightened wife, but as someone negotiating leverage.
And there, in black ink, was a clause that made my blood go cold.
