My heart no longer ached.
I didn’t reply to Archie’s message. Instead, I took the signed divorce papers and handed them to a courier, instructing them to deliver them directly to the banquet.
Once everything was set, I called Leon.
"I’m ready."
Taking my Mini Cooper’s keys from the dressing table, I drove towards the Thames bridge.
In the car, parked not far from the bridge, I watched them on the small dashboard screen.
Archie was in the VIP lounge with Claire and Zac, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
So, this is what waiting for me looks like, is it, Archie?
I glanced down at my phone. Dozens of missed calls from him.
Oh, so now you’re desperate?
With Leon’s help, I had hacked into the restaurant’s CCTV. I’d also paid off a waiter to plant a listening device in their room. Now, I saw and heard everything perfectly.
The VIP room door burst open. Thomas, Archie’s assistant, rushed in, breathless and pale.
"Sir, Mrs Knight isn’t in the penthouse."
Archie’s brows knitted. "What do you mean?"
Thomas swallowed and placed a medium-sized box on the table. "I… I found this in the courtyard. Alongside some burnt remains that were still fresh."