“Grant,” Savannah said lightly, “maybe we should—”
“Be quiet.”
The command landed on Savannah before she could finish.
For the first time that evening, Ava saw the truth pass across the mistress’s face.
Savannah had thought she was holding a leash.
She had not realized she was standing beside a cage.
Grant turned back to Ava.
“You were going to leak documents.”
“No.”
“You spoke to Patricia Lowell at the Chronicle.”
“No.”
“You told her I falsified the Stanton acquisition.”
Ava’s gaze moved to the windows behind him.
New York glittered below like a thousand witnesses too far away to help.
“I told Patricia Lowell nothing,” she said. “But now I know what you’re afraid she’ll find.”
Grant’s nostrils flared.
There it was.
The first mini-crack.
Small.
Useful.
Savannah noticed it too.
Her eyes darted between them.
“You see?” Savannah said quickly. “She’s twisting this already.”
Ava turned her head toward her.
“You told him I said the baby wasn’t his.”
Savannah lifted her chin.
“You said a lot tonight.”
“No,” Ava said. “I didn’t.”
Grant laughed once, sharp and ugly.
“You expect me to believe you over her?”
Ava’s eyes went to the camera seam above the fireplace.
Then back to her husband.
“No,” she said. “I expect you to believe yourself when you watch it.”
Savannah went still.
Grant’s expression did not change at first.
Then his eyes followed Ava’s.
To the fireplace.
To the black marble seam.
To the camera he had installed after his own father tried to bribe a board member in that same room two years earlier.
The camera that recorded every business dinner.
Every private threat.
Every mistress whisper.
Every bone-breaking grip.
Ava saw the exact second he remembered.
Grant moved toward the wall panel.
Ava spoke before he reached it.
“The footage is already off-site.”
He stopped.
Savannah whispered, “What?”
Ava adjusted her breathing.
Her arm throbbed so badly she could feel her pulse in her teeth, but her voice remained even.
“The system backs up every thirty seconds. You approved the upgrade in January after the Monaco theft.”
Grant turned around slowly.
“Who has it?”
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