Chapter 2 - The Silent Audit
The next three days were the hardest of my life. I had to play the part of the devoted, wounded wife. I wore bandages and told neighbors I had suffered a "kitchen accident." Lorraine was constantly hovering, ensuring I didn't "slip up" and tell the wrong story. She was a master of psychological warfare, reminding me daily that I was "lucky" to have Ethan, who was "generous enough" to keep me after I’d become so clumsy and unappealing.
“You’re lucky you have a roof over your head, Claire,” she’d say over tea, watching me struggle to butter a piece of toast with my left hand. “Ethan has his stresses. You should be more mindful.”
I nodded, lowered my eyes, and said, “Yes, Lorraine. You’re right.”
In reality, I was finalizing the audit. By Wednesday, I had a 200-page dossier ready for the District Attorney. It wasn't just proof of theft; it was proof of tax fraud, money laundering, and the illegal concealment of assets during what should have been a fair distribution of the estate.
Marcus called me while Ethan was at the office. “Claire, I have the final piece. The shell company isn't just in his name. He used your digital signature—the one he forced you to create for 'convenience'—to authorize the wire transfers. He’s forged your signature on federal documents.”
That was the key. He hadn't just stolen from the company; he had committed federal forgery.
“Can we move?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
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“The attorney is ready. If you leave the house, we can have a process server meet him at his office, and I can be at your side in minutes. But you have to leave now. If he finds out what you’ve been doing, he won't just burn your hand, Claire. He’ll burn everything.”
I looked around the house. It was filled with my father’s furniture, the history of my family. I didn't take clothes. I took the hard drive from the vanity, the voice recorder, and my passport. I didn't look back as I walked out the front door.
