PART 2: My husband sent me to prison, blaming me for causing his mistress’s miscarriage

The engine of the sedan hummed—a low, predatory vibration that felt like a heartbeat against my fingertips. I slid into the leather interior, the scent of expensive sandalwood and cold rain filling my lungs. Celeste, my former business rival turned unlikely savior, handed me a burner phone and a thick manila envelope.“He’s at the Sapphire Gala tonight,” Celeste said, her eyes sharp as a blade. “He’s announcing the merger with Sterling Group. If it goes through, Marcus doesn’t just become a billionaire; he becomes untouchable. You have exactly four hours before he signs the contract.”

I opened the envelope. Inside were the deeds to the offshore accounts my grandfather had hidden from everyone—including me—until his death six months into my sentence. Marcus thought he had bled me dry, but he had only taken the surface water. He never knew about the deep, dark well beneath.

“Let him sign,” I whispered, looking at my reflection in the window. My hair was longer, my face thinner, and my eyes… my eyes looked like they belonged to a ghost. “I don’t want to stop him from reaching the top. I want to be there to pull the ladder away when he’s too high to survive the fall.”

The Transformation

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