George's POV

The papers my servant had given me earlier felt heavy in my hands. My jaw tightened as I looked through the papers, each page bringing new feelings of doubt and disbelief.

“You must be joking.” I said softly to myself.

The evidence I saw, as bad as it looked, clearly pointed to Whitney Decodes—Wendy. At least, the woman I insisted was her. There were records of strange bank deals, connections with shady people, and hacking actions linked to some of the most dangerous criminals around.

“This doesn’t seem correct.” I said quietly, shaking my head.

The woman I remembered—the hurt and betrayed Wendy, who once loved me deeply—couldn’t...