Chapter 65: The Incriminating Evidence

My fingers trembled as I clutched the note pinned to my mother’s obituary. The room felt colder, as though Daniel’s presence lingered despite him being miles away. He had found a way to exploit my deepest wounds. The sense of loss over my mother still haunted me, but now, he’d twisted that grief into a weapon. The question wasn’t how He got this information; it was why He wanted to destroy me so thoroughly.

Oliver was pacing across the office, his jaw tight with frustration. “We can’t let this rattle you, Emily. He’s playing dirty—this is his way of making you crumble.”

“But it’s not just about me, Oliver,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about everything I’ve built. My company. My reputation. If this gets out…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

I stood up, gripping the edge of my desk, needing something to ground me. I looked at the folder again, forcing myself to go through the documents with a level head. It wasn’t just personal information—there were als