"Whether I set you up or not... the files will reveal the truth," I said calmly.
I checked my watch. Time was up.
"Just make sure you can handle it when they arrive, Joanna. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Joanna glared at me, resentment etched deep in every line of her face.
"You drugged me that night, Asher. There's no doubt."
I didn't bother explaining. The world had already convicted me. In everyone's eyes, I was the predator who drugged the heiress, forced himself on her, and trapped her with a pregnancy. The Fox family wanted my head, but to save face, they forced Joanna to marry me instead.
The truth? Nobody cared. Joanna certainly didn't. Her hatred for me—and the child—had never unraveled. That hatred was precisely why, in my previous life, I'd ended up plummeting from a rooftop.
Minutes later, an assistant burst in, winded, clutching a thick stack of documents. "Ma'am, the archives. I pulled everything."
Matthew's face drained of color.
Joanna snatched the folder, tearing through pages with frantic intensity. The furrow in her brow deepened. Then she froze. Her gaze snapped to Matthew, confusion clouding her eyes.