Chapter 9 - The Pale Husband
David turned completely ghost-white, his knees buckling so severely he had to grab the edge of the conference table to stay upright.
"Hannah... please, listen to me! I didn't know he was going to break in today!" David pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes.
"My mother told me she was just hiring an investigator to look at our property tax assessments!"
"You lied to me yesterday, David," I said, my voice cutting through his frantic excuses like a razor blade.
"You told me your mother was at a cardiology appointment at the medical center while she was handing five thousand dollars to a convict."
"You knew about the forged quitclaim deed transferring my father's house to her offshore holding company."
The senior partners stood up from the table, their faces hardened with professional disgust as they looked at their junior partner.
"David, step away from the table," the managing partner commanded sternly.
"Your access to company servers is suspended immediately pending an internal forensic audit of your trust accounts."
Detective Miller placed his hands on David's shoulders, turning him around and securing the handcuffs behind his back.
"Let's go, Mr. Vance," Detective Miller said, leading my trembling, weeping husband out through the crowded office lobby.
Co-workers gathered near the water coolers, filming the dramatic arrest on their smartphones as David hung his head in absolute shame.
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I walked out behind them, feeling no pity, no remorse, and no regret for the man I had once loved.
He had chosen his mother's greed over his wife and daughter's security, and now his career was crumbling to ashes.
