CHAPTER 4
The digital clock on my bedside table glowed 3:15 AM as I lay awake in the dark, listening to Mark's rhythmic breathing beside me. He was sleeping like a baby, completely intoxicated by the delusional belief that he had successfully stolen my inheritance and outsmarted the law. My phone vibrated silently against the mattress, illuminating the screen with a brief, encrypted notification from Special Agent Vance. 'All warrants approved by the federal judge. The trap is officially set for tomorrow morning's breakfast,' the message read.
A cold, victorious smile spread across my bruised lips as I deleted the notification and cleared my cache. Let him dream about his corporate expansion and his stolen millions while he still had the luxury of a comfortable bed. By this time tomorrow, the federal marshals would be snapping heavy steel handcuffs around his expensive Italian silk cuffs. I rolled over, staring at the ceiling with absolute clarity, knowing that the nightmare he built for me was about to become his permanent reality.
The morning sun broke over the Boston skyline, casting a golden hue across the glass skyscrapers and the bustling harbor below. Mark woke up sharp and eager, barking orders at me from the master bathroom while shaving his jawline with clinical precision. "Today is the day we secure the commercial development rights, Clara, so don't you dare ruin it with any of your usual emotional hysterics," he called out over the running water. I calmly tied my hair back into a neat bun, slipping on a crisp white blazer that symbolized my absolute detachment from his toxic world.
