“How serious?”
“With powers this broad, Marc could attempt to move assets, contact your banks, sign documents on your behalf, and restructure property interests.”
Camille felt sick.
“Can he do that while I’m in Lyon?”
“Yes,” Claire answered bluntly. “And if he wants you away, distracted, and difficult to reach… then that trip matters.”
The first decision Camille made was canceling the train without telling Marc.
The second was pretending nothing had changed.
She continued packing.
Continued smiling.
Continued answering his questions calmly.
Then the next morning, she found an envelope in the mailbox.
No sender.
Only one stamp:
Notary Office — Nanterre.
Inside was a copy of a legal deed currently being processed.
At the bottom appeared two names connected to a property operation.
Marc Delcourt.
Élodie Martin.
Camille gripped the kitchen table to stay upright.
So Leo had heard correctly.
There really was another woman.
And this wasn’t simply an affair.
It was a plan.
Claire reacted immediately after seeing the documents.
“Do not confront him alone,” she warned. “From now on, every word matters.”
Within hours, Camille sat in a notary’s office with Claire and estate lawyer Maître Antoine Morel.
The power of attorney was revoked immediately.
Her banks were formally notified.
Protective measures were requested.
Emergency legal filings began.
And the lawyers confirmed the most important detail of all:
Marc had overlooked one critical mistake.
Camille had signed those papers while recovering from surgery under heavy medication and documented physical weakness.
Her consent could be challenged legally.
More importantly, traces already existed.
Transfers.
Requests.
Preparatory filings.
Camille understood financial traces better than anyone.
And now she finally understood her husband.
That evening, Marc came home believing everything was still under control.
The suitcase remained upstairs.
The train ticket appeared untouched.
Camille sat quietly in the living room with a blue folder resting on the coffee table.
