My husband slapped me in front of his mistress and ordered me to kneel before leaving—he never knew every dollar he owned was mine.

The coffee shop on 5th and Main was busy when I got there.

I ordered a black coffee and sat at a table in the back, facing the door. The wire Mia had given me was taped to my chest, small enough that no one could see it. My phone was in my pocket, connected to Mia’s, recording every word.

Olivia showed up 10 minutes late.

She looked terrible. Her hair was messy, no makeup, dark circles under her eyes. She was wearing sweatpants and an old hoodie, a far cry from the polished intern I’d seen in my house.

She slid into the chair across from me, her hands shaking.

“Thanks for coming,” she said, her voice small.

I didn’t say anything. I just stared at her.

She squirmed under my gaze.

“I know you don’t trust me,” she said. “And I don’t blame you. What I did was wrong. I knew he was married. I knew the money wasn’t his. But he told me you were getting a divorce, that you were sick, that you didn’t want anything to do with the company. I was 21, stupid, and he made me feel special. I’m not making excuses. I just… I want you to know I’m sorry.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small USB drive. She slid it across the table to me.

“This is everything,” she said. “Recordings. Emails. Bank records. Proof that he planned to forge your signature on a new will, leaving everything to him. Proof that he paid a doctor friend of his to write a fake mental health evaluation saying you were unfit to manage your own affairs. He was going to have you committed, Sarah. Within the month.”

My blood ran cold.

I’d known he was bad. I hadn’t known he was that bad.

“Why are you giving this to me?” I said.

“Because he left me,” she said, her voice cracking. “When the accounts froze, I had nothing. No apartment, no car, no money. I went to his hotel room, begging him to help me. He laughed at me. Said I was ‘used up,’ that he’d already found someone new. A 19-year-old intern from his new job.”

She wiped a tear from her cheek.

“I realized then that I was just a toy to him. Just like you were. And I don’t want anyone else to go through what we went through. If he gets away with this, he’ll just do it again to the next woman.”

I picked up the USB drive. It was cold in my hand.

“What do you want in return?” I said.

“Nothing,” she said. “Well… one thing. I want immunity. For the embezzlement. I know I took money. I’ll pay every cent back, I swear. I just don’t want to go to jail for his crimes.”

I thought about it.

Mia had told me the DA was willing to give immunity to smaller players if it meant taking down the big fish. Olivia was young, stupid, and clearly remorseful. And what she had on Daniel was worth a lot.

“I’ll talk to my lawyer and the DA,” I said. “If everything on this drive checks out, I’ll make sure you get immunity. And I’ll help you get a job. Not at my company—we both know that wouldn’t work. But I know people. Good people. You’re smart. You can have a fresh start.”

Olivia let out a breath she’d been holding. She started crying for real this time, quiet, heaving sobs.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”

I stood up to leave.

“Olivia,” I said, pausing by the table. “If this is a trick, if there’s anything fake on that drive, I will make sure you spend the next 10 years in prison. Do you understand me?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“I understand,” she said. “It’s all real. Every last bit.”

I walked out of the coffee shop and got into Mia’s car.

“Well?” Mia said, turning to look at me.

I held up the USB drive.

“It’s real,” I said. “And it’s worse than we thought.”

Mia took the drive and plugged it into her laptop. Her face got darker and darker as she read through the files.

“Son of a bitch,” she said finally. “This is a smoking gun. With this, we don’t just win the civil suit. We put him away for a very long time.”

She looked at me.

“Are you ready for this?” she said. “Once we hand this over to the DA, there’s no going back. He’ll go to trial. He’ll go to prison. Everything will be public.”

I thought about the slap. The demand to kneel. The plan to lock me away.

I thought about Lila, my parents, my team at work. The people who loved me, who’d stood by me.

I thought about the girl I used to be—the one who’d given everything to a man who never deserved it.