Before heading to the hospital, I did my makeup carefully, put on a tailored black suit, and packed a leather folder holding six months of evidence from the private investigator I’d secretly hired. By the time I got to the emergency room, I was no longer walking in as a shattered wife looking for answers.
I was walking in with the answers already in hand.Mediation services
When I drew back the privacy curtain, Kenneth and Maya lay side by side on a gurney while mortified medical staff prepped them for surgery. Kenneth’s face drained of color the instant he spotted me, and Maya immediately turned away, pressing her face into the pillow.
“Sabrina, my love, I swear this is all a terrible misunderstanding.”
I stepped closer to the bed.
“Sure it is.”
“Since when do you give my brother’s wife deep tissue massages at two in the morning?”
Neither one answered.
I opened the folder and laid out photographs, records of suspicious financial transfers, and audio evidence of Kenneth discussing marrying me purely to get access to my family’s company. Maya started crying almost at once, while Kenneth dropped his excuses and accused me of engineering the whole thing.Marriage
“Marrying me just to steal my company was your original trap.”
