“That is the most worrying part. Based on the photo you sent me, Marc had prepared the transfer of part of your assets into a structure.”
“What structure?”
“A recently created real estate investment company.”
Camille’s fingers stiffened.
“In whose name?”
There was a brief silence.
“In Élodie Martin’s name.”
Camille went completely still. This was no longer just about money. It was not only betrayal. It was a cold, calculated attempt to take everything she had built before she ever met Marc: the house she had purchased with her own work, her investments, her security, her son’s future, the life she had constructed stone by stone while he smiled beside her. Camille did not cry. Something inside her hardened.
