Chapter 4: The House of Cards
Liam’s face went pale, then red, then a haunting shade of gray. He read the documents once, then again, his hands shaking. The reality hit him with the force of a wrecking ball: the woman he had trusted, the woman he had defended against his own wife, was the architect of his unhappiness.
“This… this can’t be,” he stammered, looking at the signatures.
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“Check the bank records, Liam,” Clara said, sitting up, her posture regal and sharp. “She hasn’t been helping you run the company. She’s been burning it down to ensure that if you ever left her orbit, you’d have nothing left.”
The silence in the room was absolute. It wasn't the silence of a husband judging his wife, but the silence of a man realizing his entire reality had been a curated fiction.
