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The silence inside the house was absolute, thick enough to suffocate. My father stood frozen, his eyes darting between the front door, the hollow throw pillow lying discarded on the hardwood floor, and my mother, whose face had completely drained of color. / Chapter 2 / 8

Chapter 2 - THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE

Mark stepped back, clutching the edge of the doorframe as if the ground beneath him had tilted.

"Julian?" Mark’s voice cracked. "What... what are you doing at my house at nine o'clock at night?"

Julian walked right past him, stepping into the foyer with an air of absolute ownership. He looked down at the pillow on the floor, then at Sarah, who was trembling violently near the base of the staircase.

"I came because your daughter called me," Julian said, his tone smooth and devoid of remorse. "She told me the theater production was finally over. I figured I should be here for the grand finale."

"You..." Mark’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "You and my wife?"

"Don't sound so surprised, Mark," Julian replied coldly. "Your firm was going under two years ago. Who do you think paid off your firm's hidden debts? Who funded your expansion? It wasn't the banks. Sarah came to me. But she didn't just ask for a loan. She traded."

I crossed my arms, watching my father’s world shatter in real-time. "Tell him the rest, Julian. Tell him why she feigned the pregnancy in the first place."

Sarah scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with terror. "Julian, stop! You promised! You said you’d protect me if I kept quiet about the offshore accounts!"

Mark snapped his head toward her. "What offshore accounts?!"

The air in the room grew distinctly colder. The narrative Sarah had spun—that she was just a desperate woman trying to hold onto her marriage—was crumbling. This wasn't just an affair borne of weakness or insecurity. It was a calculated heist.

"Your wife isn't just an adulterer, Mark," Julian smirked, pulling a thick Manila envelope from his coat pocket and tossing it onto the entry table. "She’s my accomplice. Or rather, she was—until she realized I was planning to pull out of the firm next week and leave you with the entire legal liability."

"She faked the pregnancy," I chimed in, stepping closer to my father, "so you couldn't file for divorce before their financial transfers were finalized. If you divorced her six months ago when you first caught her lying about her whereabouts, she wouldn't have had legal access to your corporate accounts."

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Mark looked at the Manila envelope, then at his wife. "You... you didn't just break our marriage. You ruined my life’s work?"

Sarah didn't answer. Her silence was a conviction.

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