Chapter 2: The Truth Behind the Marriage
The emergency physician finished the ultrasound nearly an hour later.
The baby's heartbeat filled the examination room.
Strong.
Steady.
Healthy.
The pregnant woman finally allowed herself to cry.
Not loudly.
Just quiet tears of relief.
The man remained beside the bed.
He never let go of her hand.
"I should've been here sooner," he whispered.
She smiled weakly.
"You came."
Outside the room, two detectives waited with tablets in their hands.
One had already viewed every security recording.
The other had interviewed the household staff.
The stories matched perfectly.
Except one.
The woman in red's.
She claimed self-defense.
The evidence showed something entirely different.
Hours later, detectives returned to the mansion.
Search warrants followed.
Financial records.
Property contracts.
Private emails.
Then another discovery emerged.
The mansion didn't belong to the woman in red.
It never had.
Every asset.
Every bank account.
Every luxury vehicle.
Everything had quietly been transferred months earlier into a protected family trust controlled by the man in the tuxedo.
She owned...
Nothing.
The elegant lifestyle she had bragged about all evening had never truly been hers.
When detectives informed her of the documents, she laughed.
"They're fake."
The family attorney calmly slid the originals across the table.
"They're signed."
Her smile disappeared.
Then came the final document.
A divorce petition.
Already prepared.
Already notarized.
She looked toward the man.
"You planned this?"
"No."
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He answered without emotion.
"You planned it the moment you chose cruelty over family."
