Chapter 7 - The Secret Fiancée
I stared at the glowing screen of the burner phone while my hands shook with pure disgust.
Daniel was not just trying to steal my house and my money to gain financial power.
He was actively planning to move his secret mistress into my home while I was recovering from childbirth.
I unlocked the cheap phone using Daniel's predictable four-digit birth year as the passcode.
I scrolled through months of deeply disturbing text messages and sent photographs.
Jessica was entirely aware that I was heavily pregnant and living in the house.
She and Daniel had spent the last six months mocking my weight gain and planning their future together.
There was even a photo of Jessica wearing my grandmother's diamond necklace from two weeks ago.
His mother had not stolen the necklace for herself at all.
His mother had fully supported the affair and had likely taken the necklace back from Jessica to wear in Cabo.
I forwarded every single text message and photograph to my divorce attorney.
Richard replied immediately and said this evidence would absolutely guarantee me sole custody of the baby.
I packed the rest of my personal belongings and my baby's nursery with clinical precision.
The movers loaded everything into a large truck in under three hours.
I received a final email notification from the title company at exactly four in the afternoon.
Evelyn Vance had signed the final closing documents and the deed was officially recorded.
The massive cash payment cleared escrow and landed safely in my new private bank account.
I was finally free from the heavy financial anchor of the Hillcrest property.
I locked the front door for the very last time and handed the keys over to Evelyn's representative.
My phone rang just as I was getting into Sarah's car to leave the empty house.
It was a notification from the airline app that Daniel's emergency flight had just landed at the local airport.
He had managed to buy a standby ticket and was currently rushing back to the house.
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I smiled because I knew he was walking straight into a perfectly designed trap.
Sarah started the engine but a black police cruiser suddenly blocked our driveway.
