Marriage Lies and a Dangerous Obsession novel Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

Chapter 75

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Chloe hadn’t thought much of it at first–but Mitchell’s line about “trusted shop made her pause.

Jan had sent Mitchell to set up this signing, then demanded she hand over and destroy every shred of evidence of his affair before putting pen to paper.

She’d pushed back once, and he’d immediately tried to walk away.

Something was off.

Just then, her divorce attorney, Neil Reed, stepped forward. “Ms. Irvine, let Mr. Garrison handle the repair himself. You only need to cover the cost.”

Neil’s words clicked,

Chloe held the broken phone out to Mitchell. “You take care of getting it fixed,” she said. “I’ll pay for whatever it costs,”

Mitchell hesitated, his hand hovering over the phone like he didn’t want to take it.

Jan, who’d been silent since Chloe snapped, finally spoke up–short, sharp, final. “Mitchell, do as my wife

says.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the conference room. *****

Ten minutes later, by a curbside temporary parking spot, Chloe let out a quiet breath of relief.

“Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Reed,” she said.

Neil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Ms. Irvine, I’ve seen it all in divorce cases–couples tearing each other apart, tricks, schemes… you name it. A little caution never goes amiss.”

Chloe dropped her gaze, hiding the jumble of frustration and exhaustion beneath her calm exterior.

When it came to mind games, to cold calculation–nobody outplayed Ian.

Just minutes ago, she’d nearly walked right into his trap.

“Chloe?” A man’s voice cut through her thoughts.

She looked up to see someone hop off an electric bike, limping toward her.

For a second, she didn’t recognize him–then it clicked. “Leo?”

It was Leo Irvine, her cousin from her uncle’s side.

Polio left him with a childhood limp, forced him from school, and granted him no easy breaks in life.

But he was honest–blunt, even–and ran a small phone repair shop with his wife.

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Before she could say more, Mitchell walked over, the broken phone in his hand. “Mrs. Hamilton, do you happen to know anyone who fixes phones? There’s sensitive stuff on here–I’d rather not hand it to a stranger.”

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. She shot Leo a quick, silent warning, then turned to Mitchell. “Sorry, Mr. Garrison, I don’t know anyone.”

But Leo didn’t catch the hint. He stepped forward, grinning. “I fix phones.”

Chloe tried to cut him off, but it was too late.

Mitchell’s face relaxed, like a weight had lifted. “That’s perfect.”

Chloe shot Neil a panicked look, then turned to Leo, her voice sharp with urgency. “Leo, Mr. Garrison is the assistant to Hamilton Group’s CEO. This phone has confidential company files–if anything goes wrong, you could be in legal trouble.”

Leo thumped his chest, a reassuring glint in his eyes as he addressed her. “Don’t worry, Chloe–I’ve been fixing phones for over ten years. This will be a piece of cake.”

He gave Mitchell the address of his shop, and Mitchell nodded eagerly. “Great–I’ll drop it off after work.”

Before Neil headed out, he paused to give Chloe a calm, professional reminder. “Ms. Irvine, as long as Leo works on Mitchell’s phone with constant surveillance, there shouldn’t be any major hiccups. We’ll cover all bases.”

Even after Neil left, Chloe couldn’t shake a faint unease–she pulled Leo aside once more, her voice soft but firm. “Just… be extra careful, okay? I don’t want anything to go wrong with this.”

Before she knew it, the day of the court hearing arrived.

It was past nine am. when Chloe finally convinced her parents to stay home and hailed a cab to the courthouse.

When she stepped out onto the sidewalk, the chaos hit her at once: reporters swarmed in from every direction, cameras flashing like strobe lights, voices clamoring for her attention as they closed in like a tidal

wave.

But before a single question could leave their lips, the Hamilton family’s bodyguards cut through the crowd, their broad shoulders forming a solid barrier between Chloe and the press.

Chloe spun around at the sound of a car door clicking shut–and there was lan, stepping elegantly out of his sleek luxury sedan.

He wore an impeccably tailored business suit, every detail perfectly curated: a sharp silk tie, a gleaming silver brooch pinned to his lapel, an exclusive watch that glinted in the sunlight. Behind him, his assistant hurried to keep up, and the car’s polished exterior only emphasized the air of power surrounding him.

With his commanding height, striking looks, and an aura that hummed with authority, lan looked every inch the man in charge–a figure of such intimidating nobility and absolute detachment that he seemed like a saint who had renounced a throne.

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Their eyes locked across the crowd.

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For a long, silent moment, tension thrummed between them–thick enough to cut with a knife–before they both looked away, wordless, and turned toward their separate waiting rooms.

Chloe pushed open the door to the second waiting room to find Neil hunched over a folder, making final tweaks to their hearing notes.

She clutched the evidence of Ian’s affair tightly in her hand–her knuckles white, her resolve steady. Ian had shown up on time, just as she’d expected, and in that moment, she was certain: she couldn’t lose this divorce

case.

The thought of finally being free–of walking away from the gilded cage of the Hamilton name–made her feel lighter than she had in years.

“Ms. Irvine, you’ll need to power off your phone before we go in,” Neil reminded her, glancing up. “Is there anything else you want to add to our statement? Anything we missed?”

He was still speaking when a knock echoed at the door.

Chloe looked up–and her breath caught. Mitchell stood in the doorway, flanked by two uniformed police officers, his expression tight. She exchanged a tense, confused glance with Neil.

“Mr. Garrison, what’s going on?” Chloe asked, her voice already edging up with unease.

Mitchell stepped forward, his tone respectful but hesitant. “It’s the police, Mrs. Hamilton. They… they want to speak with you.”

One of the officers stepped into the room, holding up a crisp detention warrant for her to see. His voice was flat, matter–of–fact. “Ms. Chloe Irvine, after investigation, you’re suspected of stealing confidential company files from Hamilton Group and causing major financial losses to the company. We’re placing you in custody for criminal investigation. Please come with us.”

Shock slammed into Chloe like a brick. Her mind went blank, a loud buzz ringing in her ears, and her face drained of all color.

She swayed violently, her hand flying out to grip the edge of the table–hard–just to keep from collapsing.

“Mrs. Hamilton, wait–let me explain,” Mitchell said quickly, stepping closer. “It was your cousin, Leo Irvine. He’s the one who told the police… he said you instructed him to pull confidential data from my phone and leak it to a competitor.”

Chloe froze. Her mind reeled, unable to process the words.

Mitchell’s voice softened, almost apologetic, but his eyes stayed sharp. “I called the police as soon as I found out. There’s got to be a mistake. Maybe… maybe you should talk to Mr. Hamilton? He could help clear this up.”

‘Talk to Ian?‘ Chloe thought, a bitter laugh bubbling up in her throat.

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