My only desire was freedom. The thought of staying by Lucas's side another minute made my stomach churn, but I needed leverage.
I called Nathan to explain my plan. His voice came through tight with tension.
"Are you sure you want to go back there?"
"I have to," I murmured, staring at my reflection in the darkened window. "The evidence we have isn't enough. You know Lucas's personality—he's rotten to the core. Getting him to agree to a divorce without a fight will be impossible."
I took a breath, steeling myself. "I don't want to be entangled with him a second longer than necessary. My best option is to feign compliance, play the submissive wife, and collect the evidence I need to bury him."
Strategically, it was the right move. Lucas had only met Nathan once; he assumed I was the one cheating and had no idea the man he'd seen was a high-powered lawyer.
I wasn't about to let a scumbag ruin the rest of my life.
Hearing the resolve in my voice, Nathan let out a resigned sigh. "Alright. But promise me—if anything happens, you call me immediately."
Early the next morning, after settling matters at my shop, I drove back to Riverdale.