Chapter 3: The Real Prize
The ambulance ride was a blur, but Elena was safe. The doctors confirmed that both she and the baby were unharmed. When David finally joined her in the private room at Mount Sinai, the adrenaline had faded, replaced by the weight of what had just happened.
"You knew," Elena said softly, holding David’s hand. "You knew she was going to do it."
"I knew she was capable of it," David replied, pulling a chair closer. "We had to be sure. We couldn't just fire her, Elena. She had documents—forged, but dangerous—that could have tied our firm up in litigation for years. She was the leak. She was the one feeding the financial press our private data. The trust? It was just the bait."
The "Family Trust" wasn't just a pile of money. It was a honeypot. David had created a complex, digital trail of assets that didn't actually exist, designed specifically to lure Sarah into a trap. He had watched her move through the files, steal the passwords, and contact the competitors.
"She thought she was stealing a legacy," David said, his eyes darkening. "She didn't realize she was stealing a digital landmine. Everything she touched, every wire transfer she made, was tagged. She wasn't just planning an assault on you; she was documenting her own downfall."
The realization hit Elena: this wasn't just about protection. It was a surgical strike. David hadn't just removed a threat; he had dismantled a threat that had been festering in their lives for a year.
May you like
"She really thought she was going to win," Elena mused.
"Greed makes people blind," David said. "She was so focused on the prize that she never looked at the rules of the game she was playing."
