That was his mistake. He had married me when I was twenty-four and quiet, the daughter of a nurse, the woman who remembered every birthday, every password, every lie. He had forgotten that before I became his wife, I was the cybersecurity architect who built Blackwood Medical’s internal audit system.
I knew every ghost in his machines.
Marcus placed another folder on the table. “We also have proof that Mr. Blackwood transferred marital assets into shell companies owned by Ms. Vanessa Reid.”
Vanessa stood. “I didn’t know!”
