Chapter 3 - The Missing Millions
The police dragged my screaming husband out the front door and pushed him roughly into the back of a squad car.
Vivian shrieked in horror, clutching the illegitimate baby tightly as she watched her golden child being taken away in disgrace.
I ordered my private security guards to physically escort Vivian and Brooke off my property immediately.
The two women were thrown out into the freezing rain without a single piece of luggage or a penny to their names.
I finally locked the door, picked up my sobbing son, and held him against my chest until he fell asleep.
Once Ethan was safely tucked into his warm bed, I marched into Richard's home office to investigate Brooke's terrifying claim.
I booted up his desktop computer and bypassed his pathetic passwords using a backdoor code I had installed months ago.
I accessed our primary corporate banking portal and felt a sickening wave of nausea wash over my entire body.
Brooke was absolutely right about the missing money.
Nearly forty million dollars of my company's operating capital had vanished into a series of untraceable offshore shell accounts.
Richard had not just been planning to leave me for his mistress, he had been systematically embezzling from my father's legacy.
I realized that framing me for child abuse was his desperate strategy to gain full custody of Ethan and control his massive trust fund.
I frantically printed out the digital transaction logs, desperate to find a single clue about where the stolen money had gone.
I noticed a strange, recurring payment being sent to a private medical facility located on the outskirts of the city.
The payments had started exactly nine months ago, perfectly aligning with the conception of Richard's new daughter.
I hired a private investigator to dig into the clinic's records and requested an emergency meeting with my corporate lawyers.
The lawyers informed me that without the missing capital, my company would be forced to declare bankruptcy by the end of the week.
I was on the verge of losing absolutely everything my family had built over three generations of hard work.
My phone suddenly rang with an incoming call from the private investigator I had hired just hours ago.
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The investigator's voice trembled as he told me I needed to come to the medical clinic immediately.
He warned me that the baby Richard and Brooke brought into my house was not actually their biological child.
