I went to the airport only to say goodbye to a friend. I never expected to see my husband there, embracing the woman he insisted was “only a coworker.”

Julian had been too confident to read the final pages.

“He plans to transfer the house and my savings into his company this afternoon,” I told Marcus.

“Where does the confirmation request go?” he asked.

“To my private email. And it requires two-factor authentication.”

Marcus gave a quiet laugh.

“He thinks he built a trap,” he said. “But he has no idea what he signed.”

I instructed him to contact the bank, freeze any suspicious transfers, and begin a forensic review of Julian’s company accounts.

Then I closed my laptop and drove home.

At four o’clock, I entered the house and found Julian sitting in the living room with a glass of scotch. His leather briefcase was open on the coffee table.

He looked up and smiled as though nothing had happened.

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“At the airport,” I replied. “How was your meeting?”

“Exhausting,” he said. “Lawyers, presentations, financial planning.”

He lied without hesitation.

A few moments later, he told me we needed to discuss the house.

Julian explained that placing the property under his company would supposedly protect us from market risks. Then he removed a new transfer deed from his  briefcase and placed a silver pen beside it.

“All I need is your signature,” he said.

I looked down at the document.

Beneath Julian’s name was another name: Sarah Sterling, listed as senior vice president and co-owner.

The brunette from the airport.

“I don’t remember you mentioning Sarah,” I said.

Julian’s body stiffened.

“She is only a consultant.”

“Is that why you kissed her at the airport?”

His face lost all colour.

Before he could answer, I took out my phone and played the recording.

His own voice filled the room.

“When the transfer is complete, she’s finished. No accounts. No access.”

Julian stared at me in horror.

“Clara, I can explain.”

“No,” I said calmly. “You can explain it to the investigators.”

His phone began ringing.

The trap had already closed.

PART 5

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