When Your Cheating Husband's Dream Become Your Divorce Evidence novel Chapter 55

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The conference room fell into dead silence, no one willing to defend him anymore.

Finally, the board passed the removal motion 72, effective immediately.

After the meeting, Dylan cornered me in the emergency stairwell. The dim corridor lighting cast half his face in brightness, half in shadow, making him took particularly menacing.

His voice was hoarse: “Stella, do you have to push me to the brink?”

I turned sideways and pulled a divorce agreement from my bag: “It’s not the brink-it’s an exit. Transfer all my shares from Stellar Trust No. 1 back to me, 331 sign the divorce papers, and I won’t pursue the company accounting issues anymore.”

He flipped through the agreement, and after scanning the clauses, suddenly laughed coldly: “You want me to trade a billion for freedom?”

“That billion was my pre-marital assets anyway. You were just the trustee.” I corrected him, voice calm but brooking no argument. “Now, I just want you to leave with nothing-trust, properties, stocks, leave it all behind. You walk away,”

He gripped the agreement tighter, eyes full of resentment: “What if I don’t sign?”

I raised my hand in signal, and Rex walked up the stairs with two uniformed financial crimes officers, their footsteps echoing clearly in the empty corridor.

“Mr. Morrison, we’ve received reports that you’re suspected of embezzlement and illegal foreign exchange transfers. Please cooperate with the investigation.”

The officer’s voice was serious, leaving no room for negotiation.

In the detention room, Dylan had shed all pretense-hair disheveled against his forehead, yes bloodshot.

I sat across from him and pushed over a printed A4 sheet: [Voluntary Relinquishment of Trust Protector Status and All Marital Community Property Declaration

He stared at the line of text, eyes rimmed red, voice trembling: “Stella Parker, aren’t you afraid I’ll drag us both down?”

Your brother Dylan Jr. is studying in the UK-tuition is 500,000 pounds a year. After the trust is frozen, he’ll have to drop out next month.”

I spoke flatly, cataloging his vulnerabilities.

And your father’s retirement home in NY-I paid the down payment, and the contract is also under the trust name. I just need to submit proof of debt for the

court to seize it.”

I pressed the fountain pen into his hand: “Sign, and you’re free. Don’t sign, and we all sink together.”

Ten minutes later, he finally loosened his grip, the pen tip trembling out one final arc on the paper, like severing our five-year marriage.

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