Over the next few days, I began to investigate quietly. Carefully. I didn’t want him to suspect anything.
What I uncovered shattered whatever illusions I still clung to.
Every account told the same story—transfers, withdrawals, expenses under my name, investments that existed only on paper. Each trail led back to one place: a company managed by Livia. Sebastian’s company.
My money had been paying for his affair.
The most insulting part was how careless he’d been. He hadn’t even bothered to cover his tracks properly. He simply assumed I would never check.
Later that week, he called. His voice sounded unusually smooth.
“Hey, babe,” he said casually. “Can you help me out? I need some funds for an investor dinner. I’ll return it soon, I promise.”
I stared at the screen, my nails digging into my palm. “You said the same thing last week, Sebastian. What happened to that money?”
He paused. Then his tone shifted—lighter, playful, the voice he always used when he was lying. “This time it’s different. It’s a solid opportunity. Once everything falls into place, you’ll understand.”
“Alright,” I replied, my voice tight. “But this is the last time.”