My husband left me for another woman… and came back the day my parents di:ed when he discovered I had inherited 25 million dollars.

That sound hurt more than anything he had done.

I grabbed my phone from the cabinet and hit record.

Adrian saw it and froze.

“Put that down,” he said.

I raised the phone higher. “Say it again. Tell me how my inheritance belongs to you. Tell me how you came here to force me to sign legal documents while I’m grieving my parents.”

His eyes darted toward Vanessa.

She suddenly looked uneasy.

“Isabella,” she said, “don’t blow this out of proportion.”

I let out a short, strange laugh.

“You came to my parents’ house after their funeral to help my husband steal from me,” I said. “This is already big.”

Adrian stepped closer. “You think anyone’s going to believe you?”

That was when I threw the front door wide open.

And what I saw outside changed everything.

Our neighbors were there.

Mrs. Rivera stood next door with her phone in hand. Mr. Collins, a retired police officer from across the street, was already walking toward the porch. Two others stood nearby, watching.

I had forgotten the windows were open. I had forgotten how loud Adrian could get.

But they had heard enough.

Mr. Collins looked at Adrian’s injured wrist, then at my split lip, and the folder on the table.