My husband walked into our divorce hearing with his mistress on his arm, convinced he had already destroyed my life. He smiled and said, “The company, the house, the cars... they're all mine now. You'll be begging on the streets.” I didn't argue. I simply took off my coat, revealing the scars he thought money had buried forever, and in that instant, the entire courtroom forgot it was watching a divorce.

The bailiffs forcefully dragged Jason out of the courtroom while he continued to laugh like an absolute maniac.

Madison tried to sneak quietly out the back doors, but federal agents quickly detained her for intense questioning.

Daniel had already vanished into thin air, fleeing the building the very moment the FBI arrived on the scene.

Agent Carter escorted me safely to a secure, bulletproof black SUV waiting outside the courthouse steps.

He thanked me profusely for my cooperation in helping the government access Jason's hidden offshore accounts.

I sat back against the leather seat, finally letting out a breath I felt like I had been holding for ten agonizing years.

I had successfully reclaimed my life and secured the stolen funds to build a beautiful new future.

Suddenly, a sharp, burning pain erupted violently along the thick scars on my left arm.

I gasped loudly and rolled up my sleeve, completely horrified by the terrifying sight before me.

The pale, faded scars had turned a bright, angry purple, and the skin around them was burning with a feverish heat.

Agent Carter looked back from the passenger seat and asked urgently if I was experiencing a medical emergency.

I tried to speak, but my throat tightened aggressively, making it completely impossible to draw a full breath of air.

Jason's final, chilling words in the courtroom echoed in my mind with terrifying, crystal clarity.

The experiments he performed on me were not just about testing new surgical lasers for his company.

He had embedded a slow-release synthetic toxin deep into my cellular tissue, and it had just been remotely activated.

My vision blurred heavily as the excruciating, fiery pain spread rapidly to my chest and my ribs.

Agent Carter shouted at the driver to activate the sirens and head straight to the nearest federal medical facility.

I collapsed helplessly against the leather seat, realizing Jason had planned this lethal contingency all along.

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My phone buzzed violently in my coat pocket, and a text message appeared on the locked screen.

The message was from an unknown number, stating that I had exactly forty-eight hours to return the money or I would die an agonizing death.

Chapter 4 - The Ticking Clock