Sell the house immediately. Transfer the funds to my personal account. Freeze every joint account. Cancel every card connected to my name — especially the platinum one Jonathan loved flashing.
“Are you sure?” my lawyer asked.
“Yes.”
The next morning, I returned briefly to the mansion for documents. The security system recognized me. The door opened obediently.
I walked straight to my safe and collected property titles, vehicle registrations, investment contracts. At the back of a drawer, I found a folder that wasn’t mine.
Life insurance.
I was the insured. Four hundred and twenty million pesos in coverage. The beneficiary: Chloe Bennett. Issued three months earlier.
This wasn’t impulsive betrayal. It was premeditated.
I took the file and left without looking at the bedroom.
By afternoon, the sale was authorized. A businessman named Robert Whitman appreciated fast, clean deals. Seven hundred and twenty million pesos landed in my secure account. I emptied the joint account — protection, not revenge. Every shared card was canceled.
Somewhere in Dubai, Jonathan tried to pay for dinner. Declined.
He texted. I replied with one sentence: Come home. I have a surprise for you and Chloe.