# Chloe's POV#
Gabriel's name hangs in the air like a death sentence. My legs feel weak, and I grip the conference room chair tighter to keep from collapsing.
"That's impossible," I whisper, but my voice lacks conviction. "Gabriel wouldn't... he couldn't..."
Noah's eyes never leave mine. Cold. Calculating. The same look he gave me the day I confessed about the affair.
"Wouldn't what, Chloe? Orchestrate a coordinated attack on my company? Commission false reports about accounting fraud? Attempt to bankrupt me?"
Each word hits like a physical blow. The board members shift uncomfortably in their seats, witnessing this intimate destruction.
"Noah, I swear I didn't know—"
"Didn't know what?" His voice cuts through my protests. "That your boyfriend was trying to destroy me? Or that you've been feeding him information about our marriage, our finances, our private life?"
My phone buzzes in my purse. Without thinking, I glance at it.
Gabriel's name flashes on the screen.
