“What, Mia?”
“I never liked that prenup. I know you said Leonardo’s lawyer drafted it quickly because of his family assets, but the version you signed had some weird language.”
Elena sat straighter.
“What kind of language?”
“It protected his premarital assets aggressively, but it also had an infidelity clause that only applied if you cheated.”
Elena went still.
“Only me?”
“Yes.”
The room seemed to shrink.
Leonardo had not just betrayed her.
He had prepared for it.
“Send it to me,” Elena said.
“Elena, are you safe?”
That question almost broke her.
“Yes,” she said. “Because he still thinks I don’t know.”
Mia exhaled.
“Then let’s make that his biggest mistake.”
By morning, Elena had a plan.
Not revenge. Not yet. Revenge was emotional, messy, easy to dismiss. Elena wanted something cleaner. She wanted the truth placed so carefully that Leonardo could not step around it without cutting himself.
At 7:30 a.m., Leonardo texted.
Hope you’re enjoying the spa, beautiful. Take time for yourself. I miss you already.
Elena stared at the message.
Beautiful.
Miss you.
Words from a man whose ex had worn her diamonds the night before.
She typed back:
Thank you. I think I needed this more than I realized.
The reply came almost instantly.
See? I know what’s good for you. Relax and stop overthinking.
Elena smiled without warmth.
He had no idea that sentence would someday make a lawyer laugh.
