Harper quietly photographed the bottle before the police sealed it into evidence.

Then, Ethan made his absolute worst mistake.

Believing I was about to be wheeled out of the hospital in handcuffs, he called an emergency board meeting via video conference right from the hospital waiting room. He presented the forged incompetency petition and demanded immediate temporary control of my voting shares, claiming the tech firm faced immediate financial ruin under my “unstable” leadership.

The board directors listened in absolute silence. Ethan mistook their rigid restraint for complete surrender.

“My wife is medically unfit,” Ethan announced to the screen, adjusting his collar. “As her legal spouse, I am the only responsible person equipped to steer this company.”

Harper placed her phone right next to my pillow so I could listen to the stream.

The board chair, Thomas Sterling, slowly adjusted his glasses and looked directly into the camera. “Mr. Vance, are you aware that Audrey completely amended the corporate bylaws six months ago?”

Ethan frowned, his confident smile faltering. “She never told me that.”

“She was under no legal obligation to,” Thomas Sterling replied, his voice dripping with ice. “Per the new corporate charter, any attempt by a spouse to obtain control of shares through coercion, fraud, or a contested incapacity claim automatically suspends the claimant’s company access and triggers an immediate independent forensic investigation.”

Victoria’s sharp voice cut through the speaker background. “That is completely absurd! We are trying to save this business!”

Thomas continued, entirely ignoring her. “Your building credentials have been permanently revoked, Ethan. Corporate security is currently preserving your office computer for the police. Have a good day.”

The screen went black as Ethan violently disconnected the call.

Ten minutes later, the door to my ICU room burst open. Ethan stormed in, ignoring the frantic warnings of the floor nurse. Victoria followed closely behind, slamming the heavy wooden door shut and locking it behind them.

“You think a stupid little pocket recorder saves you, Audrey?” Ethan hissed, rushing to the side of my bed, his face twisted in pure venom. “You were completely unconscious when the paramedics found you. Nothing connects my hands to those bruises on your neck.”

Victoria leaned over the bed rails, close enough for me to smell her expensive perfume. “Withdraw your ridiculous accusations right now, sign over temporary control of the voting shares, and we might still tell the court you need psychiatric treatment instead of a prison cell.”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t cry. Instead, I slowly looked up at the small, blinking green light of the security camera mounted directly above the hospital door.

Then, I smiled.

“You really should have checked whether the ICU rooms in this wing record high-definition audio,” I whispered.