Richard frowned.

“What happened?”

I ignored him.

“Yes. Multiple witnesses. Multiple recordings. Send the preservation notice now.”

Richard’s face changed.

“Who are you talking to?”

I ended the call.

“My partner.”

He almost laughed.

“You don’t have a partner.”

“I have three.”

At that moment, the elevator doors opened.

A woman in a navy suit stepped out.

Claire Donovan.

Senior litigation partner at Donovan, Park & Mercer Compliance.

Richard knew the firm’s name.

Everyone in Halcyon’s senior leadership did.

His company had hired us after an anonymous whistleblower raised concerns involving Richard’s division.

The allegations included questionable vendor audits, retaliation against employees, and contracts repeatedly being awarded to companies connected to Daniel Cross.

Richard stared at Claire.

Then at me.

“You work for them?”

Claire answered before I could.

“She founded the firm.”

Silence.

That was one part of my life Richard had never bothered to understand.

When we married, I had already built a respected legal practice under my maiden name, Elena Park.

Richard always dismissed my work as “consulting.”

Eventually, I stopped correcting him.

He preferred believing he was the important one in our marriage.

Claire looked at me carefully.

“Do you want medical attention and formal documentation?”

“Yes.”

Richard stepped closer.

“Formal documentation?”

Daniel appeared behind him.

“Come on, Elena. Don’t destroy your husband’s life because you were embarrassed.”

I turned toward him.

“Interesting choice of words.”

He frowned.

“What?”

“You’re worried about Richard’s career.”