Security stepped between us instantly.
Megan’s face crumpled, but not from guilt — from fear. “Andrew, you said she’d never find out.”
He shot her a look that could have burned glass.
“You’re recording us? That’s illegal,” he snapped at me.
“Actually,” I replied, “it’s perfectly admissible when it involves financial fraud connected to my company.”
I let the silence stretch.
“You stole from me,” I continued. “You married someone else while still married to me. And you used my assets to fund your little fantasy.”
Megan found her voice. “We love each other.”
I looked at her steadily. “Then you should have built your life without my money.”
Andrew’s mask shattered. “You think you’re untouchable because of your inheritance? Without your father’s company, you’d be nothing.”
The words might have wounded me yesterday.
Today, they felt like confirmation.
“I built that company into a global operation after my father passed,” I said quietly. “While you played CEO with my capital.”
Marcus stepped forward with a folder.
“Mrs. Hayes,” he said formally, “the forensic audit confirms unauthorized transfers totaling $3.8 million over eighteen months. Shell vendors, inflated invoices, personal expenditures.”
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.”