She had trusted that her husband was an invincible tycoon who knew precisely how to manage their empire. Now, Evan was revealing that her signature had been used to facilitate grand larceny and fraud.
“I didn’t steal anything,” Darla whispered, her voice cracking as a tear broke through her heavy mascara. “I didn’t know what he was doing with those business accounts. I swear I didn’t know.”
“Ignorance is not a legal defense, Mrs. Whitmore, but cooperation can be,” Evan said plainly. He gestured toward the open jet bridge, stepping aside to allow her to walk ahead of him.
She walked out into the cool air of the tunnel, her previous arrogance shattered into fragile pieces. Evan walked beside her, matching her halting pace without offering any false comfort or unnecessary hostility.
As they emerged into the bustling terminal concourse, several passengers from Flight 2174 recognized them at once. People
