The tablet felt like a live bomb in my hands.
I sat on the floor of the walk-in closet, back against the wall. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The hidden folder was open. I had spent the last hour reading every file I could before Alexander came back from his call.
What I found was worse than I thought.
He had planned my mother’s death for years. There were also detailed plans for what to do if I ever tried to leave with the children. He had hidden bank accounts in other countries. Doctors on his payroll were ready to say I was “unstable.” Security teams had orders to bring me back by any means necessary.
The worst part was a private note he wrote to himself two years ago, right after our wedding.
“Ava is finally mine. If she ever tries to run, remember: she belon
