“Am I?” I said smoothly, opening the file and spreading its contents across the coffee table. “The private investigator I hired has a knack for detail. These documents… they tell quite a story—a story about deceit, about a child that isn’t your own, and about a woman who mysteriously disappeared.”

David’s eyes darted to the papers, his face draining of color. “You—you’re lying. You can’t prove anything.”

“You’d be surprised what a paper trail in the digital age can prove, David. Bank statements, adoption records, even emails you thought you deleted. It’s all here. And as for your little performance on the yacht… well, let’s just say cameras are everywhere these days.”