Page 7 of Road to Redemption

Ha. I dug around in the top drawer until I found a matching key, popping the cabinet open. Tabbing through the folders I stopped on an unlabeled section.

Inside were dozens of case files, law firm letterheads.

Jane Doe vs. Isaac Dumont, Zeus Industries

Sarah Jacobs vs Zeus Industries

Christina Moore vs Isaac Dumont, Zeus Industries.

My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed the files.

Would he notice if I took them?

I didn’t bother answering my own question, scooping up the files before I could second guess myself. This was everything The Oracle had been hunting for, all the evidence we needed to take Isaac down.

Brennan and I could rebuild the company without him, start all of it over and make up for these wrongs.

Before I could stand, polished dress shoes stepped next to me, a booming voice bellowing down at me. “Goddamnit, Vivienne.”

Looking up at him, I saw the disgust on Isaac’s face. And I knew he’d see the same on mine.

I could lie, tell him I thought he was having an affair.

But I knew he would see right through it. He was a guilty man and he knew better than to trust a lawyer.

Instead, I stood up and held the files close. “Do you want to explain these?”

Isaac took a step forward, his chest heaving with anger. “Why would you do this to our family, Viv? We were perfect.”

Shaking my head, I took a step back. I didn’t want him to know I was terrified but I’d never seen his face like that, a gnarled tree of twisted violence.

“Perfect? How could we be perfect when this is what you’re hiding?” There was no hiding how disgusted I was, seeing what he got up to when no one was looking. “Does Brennan know?”

Scoffing, Isaac slammed his hand onto the desk. “Jesus Christ, Vivienne. You’ve ruined it.”

His lack of answer told me everything I needed to know. Of course Brennan didn’t know. He never would have stood for this, ever.

“Ruined it?” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at him. “You’re trafficking children for fuck’s sake. Isaac, what are you doing? Who are you?”

His head lowered for a moment, shaking as he stared at the wood floors.

Taking a step closer, I knew I was on borrowed time. “Isaac, please. This isn’t you. Just stop all of this, come clean. If you surrender yourself, you’ll get a reduced sentence and we can try to start over.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

I’ll never be at peace again.

Even if he did everything he needed to, he’d never be the man I married again. He was lost. I’d never trust him in the same room as our beautiful daughter. Or little Kiera.

But he couldn’t know that. I needed to take him down.

Isaac took a step closer, his head still hung low. In a flash, his arms lifted to my shoulders as he pressed my back into the wall. “Stupid fucking woman. No one is ever going to know what I’m doing.”

Staring into his dark eyes, I knew that he could see the fear in mine now. “Stop it. Isaac, this is ridiculous. What are you going to do? Kill me?”

The words caught in my throat. I knew him. At least I thought I did. He couldn’t stoop that low, not to the mother of his child.

But The Oracle had warned me about the private army he’d been building. The dozens if not hundreds of men he’d hired as “security.” I just refused to believe that my Isaac was a pedophile and a murderer.