The manager cleared his throat gently. “Your husband was adamant,” he explained. “He insisted this sum remains untouched even during his illness. He feared you might exhaust it on treatments with no hope of success.” His words carried no judgment, only reverence for a man who had prepared everything carefully.
Relief arrived with a curious tenderness. The anger she had nursed for months softened into something warm and complicated. Daniel had planned to protect her, navigating a legal minefield, calculating the risk of claims and the sting of publicity. His secrecy had been a strategy, born of love and fear in equal measure.