Victor Chen was Richard’s longtime attorney, a quiet man with sharp eyes and no patience for polished liars. He had reviewed Elena’s prenup too late, after she had already signed it, and had privately told Richard he did not like Leonardo. Elena only found that out now.
Richard did not argue.
“I’ll call him now.”
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t call Leonardo. Don’t call his parents. Don’t explode.”
Richard was silent.
That silence meant he very much wanted to explode.
Elena softened.
“I need him confident.”
Richard’s voice broke slightly.
“You sound like your mother.”
Elena swallowed hard.
“Good.”
The next afternoon, Elena checked out of the spa one day early.
She wore white pants, a cream blouse, sunglasses, and no wedding ring. Mia had flown in from Los Angeles that morning and met her at the retreat with a rental car, two coffees, and the expression of a woman ready to commit professional violence.
In the back seat sat Victor Chen with a leather folder.
Elena blinked.
“Mia.”
Mia held up both hands.
“Your dad insisted.”
Victor adjusted his glasses.
“Your father also wanted to come. I advised against it because I enjoy avoiding bail hearings.”
For the first time in two days, Elena almost laughed.
They drove toward the villa resort in silence. The California coast sparkled blue and gold, insultingly beautiful. Elena watched cliffs, palms, and whitewashed walls pass by, wondering how many women had mistaken a beautiful view for a beautiful life.
At the resort gate, security recognized her.
“Mrs. Pierce,” the guard said. “Welcome back.”
Elena smiled.
“Thank you. Please don’t call the villa.”
The guard hesitated.
Victor leaned forward.
“We are here regarding a property access and possible theft issue. Preserve all records.”
The guard immediately stepped back.
