I let my husband believe I had paid off his $150,000 debt. The very next morning, I walked downstairs to find his parents cramming my belongings into trash bags. Standing in my own kitchen, dressed in my expensive silk robe, was his mistress. My husband smirked, shoved divorce papers toward me, and said, “You’re useless to me now.”

Arthur stumbled backward, completely shocked by the officer's sudden and aggressive declaration.

There must be some kind of mistake, Arthur stammered while raising his hands in the air.

I assure you there is absolutely no mistake today.

I walked into the foyer and handed the lead officer a thick stack of printed bank statements.

Arthur used his son's corporate accounts to fund a massive offshore gambling addiction.

Julian spun around to look at his father, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.

You stole money from my business?

Arthur looked at the floor in deep shame, unable to deny the overwhelming paper trail I had just provided.

You completely bankrupted your own son to pay off illegal sports bets, I added cheerfully.

Beatrice began to sob hysterically as the officers aggressively placed her husband in handcuffs.

Julian fell to his knees in the hallway, realizing his own family had destroyed his financial future.

Elena tried to use the chaotic distraction to sneak quietly out the back door of the kitchen.

I stepped quickly into her path and blocked the exit with my arms crossed firmly over my chest.

Where exactly do you think you are going, Elena?

I have absolutely nothing to do with this family drama, she whispered frantically.

You have everything to do with this, because you did not just sleep with my husband.

Elena shook her head rapidly and tried to push past me toward the garden patio.

I pulled out my phone and played a highly incriminating audio recording for the entire room to hear.

It was Elena's voice, clearly requesting a massive line of credit using Julian's stolen social security number.

Julian looked up from the floor, his entire world crashing down around him piece by piece.

You stole my identity?

Elena stared at Julian with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.

You were just a pathetic stepping stone for me to get closer to the people who actually have money.

Julian roared in anger and lunged toward Elena with his fists clenched tightly.

Before he could reach her, the front door swung open again with a loud and dramatic crash.

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A towering man in a perfectly tailored black suit stepped into the foyer, flanked by two armed security guards.

Julian froze in his tracks, recognizing the dangerous man immediately.

Chapter 4 - The Sins of the Father