“What? Katherine, I’m with the Department of Health and the Singapore investors. This is a terrible time.”

“I said come downstairs.”

“Katherine—”

“Come downstairs and meet your new wife,” she said, her voice finally cracking with fury. “She just threw coffee on me, threatened my staff, and announced to the entire lobby that she’s married to the CEO of the hospital my father built.”

Silence.

Then the faint scrape of a chair.

“Katherine,” Mark whispered, “what exactly did she say?”

“You have five minutes,” Katherine replied. “After that, my lawyer walks into your conference room carrying every document I own.”

Then she ended the call.

Tiffany’s grip slipped slightly on her phone.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

Katherine dabbed coffee from her sleeve with a handkerchief.

“Keep filming,” she said quietly. “America loves a good ending.”

Mark arrived in four minutes and thirty seconds.

He burst out of the executive elevator with his tie crooked and sweat shining across his forehead. Behind him, several board members and two foreign investors lingered nearby pretending not to watch while staring at everything.

Tiffany immediately rushed toward him.

“Baby!” she cried, grabbing his arm. “Tell them! Tell this insane woman who I am!”

Mark looked at Tiffany.

Then at Katherine.

Then at the coffee stain soaking his wife’s white suit.

Katherine said nothing. She didn’t need to. She stood in the middle of the lobby like a judge waiting for a guilty man to remember he once had a conscience.