Chapter 3: The Paper Trail
Robert sat at the mahogany dining table, indifferent to the mud dripping onto the heirloom rug. He placed a thick, water-stained manila envelope on the table.
"This isn't a ghost story, Sarah," Robert said, sliding the envelope toward her. "It's a ledger."
Inside were bank transfers, international wire receipts, and a signed affidavit from a salvage diver who had been paid to sink Robert’s car, empty. But the most damning document was a deed, dated two weeks before his disappearance, transferring the entirety of his corporate assets to Sarah, notarized by a man who had died a year later.
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"You didn't just move on," Robert said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "You liquidated. You engineered a hostile takeover of my life while I was still breathing."
Julian tried to snatch the papers, but Robert slammed his hand down, pinning the documents to the table. "I have the original signatures, Julian. And I have the recording of the conversation you two had in the study the night before I was 'taken.' The police are currently parked at the end of the driveway, waiting for my signal."
