Chapter 3 - Searching the Empty Jewelry Box
Later that night, while Gregory slept soundly beside me, I slipped out of bed and crept silently down the hallway.
The velvet jewelry box sat open on my antique vanity table, gathering dust like a silent witness to betrayal.
I picked up the empty box, running my thumb over the velvet indentations where the sapphire necklace had rested for years.
Gregory had always insisted I keep it locked away in our private bedroom safe, claiming it was too valuable for everyday wear.
Now I knew the real reason: he wanted easy access to it so he could drape it around his young mistress's neck.
My chest burned with a cold, blinding fury that tasted like copper and ash on the back of my tongue.
Ten years of building a life together, paying mortgage installments, and sacrificing sleep for our family vanished in an instant.
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I pulled out my phone and dialed my hospital friend, Marcus, a brilliant corporate attorney who owed me a massive favor.
“Marcus, I need your help auditing marital assets and tracing hidden financial accounts starting first thing tomorrow morning,” I whispered.
