I went to the airport only to say goodbye to a friend.0198T- I never expected to see my husband there, embracing the woman he insisted was “only a coworker.” As I stepped closer, my heart pounding, I heard him murmur, “Everything is ready. That idiot is about to lose everything.” She laughed and answered, “And she won’t even know it’s coming.” I didn’t cry or confront them. I smiled. Because I had already prepared my own trap.

“When the transfer is complete, she’s finished. No accounts. No access. I’ll file immediately. Clean.”

“Perfect. What about the house?”

“That’s already handled. Let’s destroy her life.”

Julian stared at the phone as if it were a venomous snake. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. The suave, manipulative corporate executive had vanished, replaced by a terrified man caught red-handed in a trap he hadn’t even realized was set.

“Clara…” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Listen to me… that’s… that’s not what it sounds like—”

“Save it, Julian,” I said, my voice as cold and absolute as a winter night. “Because while you were standing at the airport plotting to take my father’s house, my attorney was executing a freeze on every single account associated with your name.”