When Your Cheating Husband's Dream Become Your Divorce Evidence novel Chapter 48

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I wanted to give my mother $2,000 monthly for living expenses, but my husband Dylan rejected it as “non essential spending.”

Five years into our marriage, my husband had always controlled our family finances under the guise of his “financial expertise.”

So even though I was worth hundreds of billions, I still had to consult with him before making any transfers.

But I never expected him to be so resolute and cold-blooded over such a small amount.

When I tried to access his computer to handle it myself, a message that popped up on the interface left me stunned:

The $3,000,000 Swiss villa you purchased for your mother is ready for occupancy.]

So spending $2,000 on my mother was “non-essential,” but spending $3,000,000 on his mother didn’t make him bat an eye!

I returned to my room and pulled out a business card, dialing the number:

Hello, is this the famous financial detective Rex? I want you to help me get back all the money that belongs to me… Yeah! Every last cent!”

Mom’s pension got cut off.

The company notice was politely worded: “Policy restructuring, unified suspension, no further disbursements starting next month.”

The old lady’s sixty-five now, and aside from that small pension, she had no other income.

When she called me, her voice was barely above a whisper: “Stella honey, I know things are tough for you too. If money’s tight, I’ll just borrow some from m old friends…”

It felt like someone had wrapped a rope around my chest and pulled tight.

Tough? I’m the freaking CFO of StarMed Medical Group with a seven-figure salary-what’s tough about that!

The real problem is my husband-the VP, and the sole manager of every single one of our bank accounts.

pushed through the front door at eleven PM to find the living room lit by a single cold spotlight.

Dylan sat behind the kitchen island, the laptop screen casting an icy glow across his face.

Dylan,” I kept my voice steady, “Mom’s pension got cut. Starting next month, let’s give her two grand for living expenses, okay?”

His fingers paused for a second.

Two thousand? That’s twenty-four K annually, not counting inflation.”

She’s my MOTHER.” I emphasized.

He looked up with that warm yet distant smile: “Stella, according to our annual family budget, elder care falls under Category C expenditures-non-essential

djustable. Company cash flow’s tight this year. The budget’s locked.”

froze.

Two years ago, he’d bundled all the Parker and Morrison family assets into an offshore trust with himself as the trustee. Every penny required his electroni signature.

“Dylan, it’s not like I’m buying random stuff. Mom needs to eat.”

He closed the laptop, voice still soft but cutting like a dull blade: “Stella, emotions don’t solve problems. Off-budget expenditures require written consent fro

the trust protector-that’s at least a month-long process. Let’s table this for now. Didn’t we just buy rice, flour, and oil for her last time? Tell the old lady to b more frugal.”

I didn’t sleep all night.

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All bonuses, dividends, and stock options automatically transferred monthly into “StarMed-Stellar Trust Fund No. 1,” and Dylan was the sole approver for any outbound payments.

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