When Your Cheating Husband's Dream Become Your Divorce Evidence novel Chapter 51

Chapter 4

Dylan appeared in the doorway in his silk robe, leaning against the frame with a lazy voice: “Looking for something?”

My heart stopped, but I kept my expression neutral: “Stomach ache. Looking for those pills the doctor prescribed last time.”

He stared at me for two seconds, then chuckled softly: “Medical kit in the living room, second shelf. Turn off the lights while you’re at it-electricity bills are

Costs too.”

te turned back to the bedroom, his silhouette stretched thin by the night light, like a cold blooded snake,

Saturday morning, Dylan had scheduled a video call with Swiss lawyers at ten sharp.

left at nine, saying I needed to grab files from the office, but actually drove straight to the private archive facility in the west end-before marriage, I’d stored my mom’s old house deed and a few paintings my grandmother left behind there.

thought he wouldn’t bother with those small items, but the manager told me: “Mr. Morrison was just here last week to pull files, said you’d authorized him to handle the old house demolition.”

ty heart sank as 1 pulled up the signature page-the flourishing characters spelling “Stella Parker” were clearly forged by him,

gripped the copies, my knuckles white.

The manager looked at me sympathetically: “Ms. Parker, technically it’s marital property. Your husband had all the proper documentation, we couldn’t really top him.”

nodded slightly, “OK.”

When I left the archive facility, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number-

n the photo, my mom sat on a bench at the old street corner, a cup of instant soup watered down beyond recognition in front of her, clutching a crumpled grocery store flyer in her hand.

Caption: [Poor Mrs. Parker. Pension cut, daughter won’t help.]

My head buzzed as I called back-phone was off.

A second later, Dylan’s text popped up:

Stella, just got word from the demolition office. The old neighborhood project’s moving up. Compensation’s about $200K. Made the call for you-we’ll take cas nstead of the house, transfer it to my Swiss account to save paperwork later. Mom can stay in my condo temporarily, saves on rent.]

stared at the screen, fingertips ice-cold.

He was even taking away my mom’s last refuge.

looked up to see the financial news playing on the building’s giant screen across the street-StarMed Medical’s stock hit new highs, with VP Dylan Morrison being interviewed, flashing that practiced smile: “Steady investment, shareholder returns.”

The camera caught his wrist-that 1.18-carat diamond ring.

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