He fumbled with his mobile banking app. The screen flashed a red notification that felt like a death sentence: ACCOUNTS RESTRICTED. APPLICANT: CATHERINE COLEMAN. REASON: PENDING LITIGATION FOR ASSET DISSIPATION.
At that exact moment, five miles away, the wheels of a Boeing 777 tucked into the fuselage as we cleared the New York skyline. Chloe was counting clouds. Aiden had finally fallen asleep against my shoulder. I looked out at the Atlantic Ocean, a vast expanse of blue freedom, and closed my eyes.
The housewife they had despised had spent the last six months as a ghost in the ledger. Every late-night “business meeting” David had attended was a night I spent with Steven, documenting every penny transferred to Allison, every “business expense” that was actually jewelry, and every tax loophole David had clumsily tried to exploit.
He thought I was weak because I was silent. He didn’t realize I was just waiting for the 10:03 a.m. flight.