Chapter 3 - The Fatal Clause
The shock of seeing the pregnant woman quickly morphed into a cold, calculated fury.
I went back to Megan’s apartment and dove deeper into the encrypted financial documents.
I needed to understand why Ethan was waiting to serve me with divorce papers.
If he had the secret apartment and the new family, there was no logical reason to drag out his current marriage.
I started auditing his personal corporate emails, using a backdoor I had installed on his network years ago.
I found a hidden folder labeled with the name of a prominent, aggressive divorce attorney.
The emails revealed a meticulously planned strategy to entirely bankrupt me before filing for separation.
Ethan had been secretly taking out massive, high-interest business loans using my name as the primary guarantor.
When the divorce finally happened, I would be legally responsible for millions of dollars in fabricated corporate debt.
He was going to leave me completely destitute while he lived in luxury with Chloe.
But the most terrifying discovery was not the fraudulent debt.
It was an automated payment receipt from a life insurance provider I had never heard of.
I cross-referenced the policy number with the state insurance registry.
Ethan had taken out a new, comprehensive life insurance policy on me just two weeks before I left for Chicago.
The payout in the event of my unexpected death was exactly five million dollars.
I stared at the screen, a sudden wave of severe nausea washing over my entire body.
I remembered how violently ill I had become right before my business trip.
Ethan had been making me a special protein smoothie every morning for a month, insisting it would boost my immune system.
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I grabbed my coat and told Megan we needed to go to the emergency room immediately.
I needed a doctor to run a comprehensive toxicology screen on my blood.
