Her married surname.
Using Daniel’s name.
Claire stared at the screen.
Her shoulders dropped.
“That’s a forgery.”
“That is your signature.”
“I never signed anything.”
“You signed when you registered your marriage in the Cayman Islands.”
The room fell silent.
Daniel turned pale.
“What?” he whispered.
I looked at Claire.
“You married him. In a private ceremony three months after my wedding. He never told you I knew.”
Daniel stared at me.
“You knew?”
“Hard to miss the certificate when you use my grandmother’s ring as a prop in the photographs.”
Claire took half a step backward.
“This is over,” she whispered.
“Yes, it is.”
Vanessa reached up, removed the sapphire necklace, and placed it on the table.
Then she looked at Daniel with disgust.
“You’re finished, Whitmore.”
She stood and walked out.
Nobody stopped her.
Claire looked at me.
“Congratulations,” she said quietly.
“For what?”
“For winning.”
“I didn’t win,” I said. “I survived.”
