Andrew’s face drained completely.
Megan’s hands trembled. “Three… million?”
Andrew rounded on her. “This is your fault. You pushed for the house, the clinic—”
“My fault?” she cried. “You promised me security!”
Security.
The irony almost made me laugh.
I addressed Andrew again. “You asked when I was going to bring surprises. Here’s one: divorce papers have already been filed. Fraud charges will follow. And because your ‘secret marriage’ happened while legally married to me, that’s bigamy.”
His composure finally cracked.
“You wouldn’t,” he whispered.
“I would,” I said simply. “And I will.”
Megan stepped backward as if the ground were unstable. “Andrew… you said everything was under control.”
He had no answer.
I turned to the locksmith. “Please proceed.”
Within minutes, the locks were changed. The house — my property — was secured.
Andrew looked at me with something between hatred and disbelief. “Where are we supposed to go?”
I held his gaze. “That’s not my responsibility anymore.”
For a long moment, none of us spoke. The wind moved through the trees, indifferent.
Andrew tried one last time, lowering his voice. “Bella… we can fix this. It was a mistake.”