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THE SCARLET BETRAYAL: HOW I EXPOSED MY HUSBAND AND MY BEST FRIEND IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WORLD / Chapter 3 / 8

Chapter 3 - The Golden Mistress Flees — "She Stole His Rolexes, But My Private Investigator Stole Her Freedom!"

While Mark was begging for mercy, his blonde mistress, Chloe, was planning her own escape. She had realized very quickly that the wealthy, successful businessman she had stolen from me was nothing more than a house of cards waiting to collapse.

But I wasn't about to let her slide away with the spoils of my twelve-year marriage.

I had hired a top-tier private investigator, a former military detective named Marcus, to shadow Chloe the moment they arrived in Miami. On Thursday afternoon, Marcus called me with a live update.

"She’s at Miami International Airport, Rachel," Marcus said, his voice low and steady over the static. "She’s got three bags of designer luggage, and according to my source at the check-in desk, she just purchased a one-way ticket to Colombia using a credit card that doesn't belong to her."

"Whose card is it?" I asked.

"It’s registered to 'Vanguard Horizons'—the shell company Mark set up," Marcus replied. "She also has a velvet pouch in her carry-on containing five of Mark's luxury watches, valued at roughly $120,000. She literally cleaned him out while he was in the shower."

"Can we stop her?"

"Oh, it's already done," Marcus laughed. "I flagged airport security ten minutes ago. Since Vanguard Horizons is currently under federal investigation for grand larceny, any transaction made with their corporate cards triggers an automatic alert. The security team is approaching her gate right now. Do you want to see?"

"Send me the video," I said.

Two minutes later, my phone vibrated with a video clip. It was shaky, recorded from a distance behind some airport terminal seats.

I watched as Chloe, wearing her oversized sunglasses and a luxury designer scarf, was surrounded by four armed airport police officers. She began gesturing wildly, pointing at her luggage, her perfect blonde hair falling out of its neat bun. One of the officers opened her carry-on, pulled out the velvet pouch of Rolexes, and immediately placed her in handcuffs.

The look of sheer, unadulterated terror on her face was worth every penny I had paid Marcus.

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The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut through the rainy night like a knife. I didn't wait for them. I held Arianne against my chest, feeling the terrifyingly erratic rhythm of her pulse, and bolted down the grand mahogany staircase.

The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut thr...

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expensive cologne, manufactured corporate harmony, and betrayal. As I stepped back onto the sun-baked tarmac of the private aviation terminal, the stifling afternoon heat hit me like a physical blow. Behind the thick, tinted glass of the jet's windows, I could see Carter’s silhouette—his jaw set in that familiar, arrogant angle of a man who believed he had just successfully disciplined a disobedient pet.

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expe...

She had wanted a life of luxury and excitement. Well, she was about to get plenty of excitement in a federal holding cell.

I forwarded the video directly to Mark’s burner number with a short caption: “Looks like your happy ending just got delayed. Safe travels.”

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