Chapter 3 - The Enemy of My Enemy
Brooke pushed the car door open and begged me to get inside before he found us.
My instincts screamed at me to run, but the sheer terror in the eyes of my husband's mistress stopped me.
I climbed into the back seat, keeping a firm grip on the handle of my heavy suitcase.
The driver sped away from the hotel, blending seamlessly into the chaotic downtown traffic.
Brooke wiped a tear from her face and confessed that the European trip was a complete lie.
Evan had not been promoted by his company; he was actually running from a massive internal audit.
He had used Brooke's credentials to forge financial documents, making her the scapegoat for his missing millions.
When she confronted him in Paris about the missing money, he turned violent and confiscated her passport.
She had managed to bribe a hotel concierge to escape and fly back to Chicago on a cargo plane.
I listened in stunned silence as the pathetic narrative of my marriage unraveled even further.
Brooke handed me a encrypted flash drive containing every illicit transaction Evan had made over the last five years.
She wanted to trade the evidence for a small cut of my house money so she could disappear forever.
I told her I needed time to verify the files with my attorney before making any deals.
She nodded nervously, but her phone suddenly buzzed with a loud alarm.
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Brooke looked at the screen, and all the color completely drained from her face.
Evan had just activated the GPS tracker he had secretly surgically implanted in her designer watch.
