But all that changed this morning.

There was no way Mike would be so persistent if all was well.

I yanked the folder out of his hands and opened it up. There were pages and pages of accounting information that would take me at least a few hours to study.

“What’s the CliffsNotes version, Mike? What was so urgent that you made me ditch wedding planning and rush over here?”

“Go over the accounts in detail, sweetheart, and you’ll see for yourself. But your suspicions were right. Your boyfriend’s broke. I hope your dad had you sign a prenup.”

Prenups weren’t really a thing in Sri Lanka, but that was mostly because we didn’t have to split our assets down the middle or anything ridiculous like that if we were getting divorced. Besides, my dad had Colombo’s best lawyers on retainer—it wasn’t like Spencer could take me to the cleaners on my home turf.

I took a deep breath.

Okay, so he was a gold-digging asshole who was using me for a sweet ride.

Was I surprised? Maybe not.

Could I leverage this to my benefit?

That was the more interesting question.

I thumbed through the documents.

“How bad is it? Low checking account, or seriously in the red?”

The look on Mike’s face told me what I needed to know.

Fuck me.

“And his businesses?”

“Kaavi, he’d been bought out a year ago, though I can’t seem to find a trace of the money anywhere. His current start-up has been defunct for months. They’ve even filed for bankruptcy.”

Fuck you, Spencer. If this shit ever got out it would ruin me. At least he could have told me so we’d come up with a plan or something.

“I’ve asked my friend to keep up with the checks. This is just the financial part of it. You know, stuff that’s left a paper trail. There’s a whole other side we need to check out. In my experience when someone’s in it as deep as him, it’s only a matter of time before something else starts coming out of the woodwork.

“Oh, and one last thing.”

There was more?

“Do you know what his relationship is to someone named Zoe? Zoe Bassett?”

“Zoe?” I repeated. “He’s never mentioned the name. Who is she? Like an ex-girlfriend or something?” Spencer and I didn’t really talk about our exes. One of the many things we’ve tiptoed around because, hey, when you’ve heard your now-fiancé bone your then-best-friend in the next room, you don’t ever really want to talk about it.

“No idea. She had a police report filed against him last year, but she’s dropped the charges recently.”

“What for?”

“No clue. She’s got herself a pretty high-end legal team by the look of it. Everything was buried, and we can’t seem to track her down either. Look, it could be nothing. Maybe he owed her some cash or something. My guys are on it, of course, but I’d keep my eyes open if I were you.”