Chapter 4 - THE MISSING HEIRLOOM
The next morning, Seattle was blanketed in a thick, suffocating fog, perfectly matching my headspace.
I met David at a discreet diner miles away from his corporate office. David was a sharp, sixty-year-old executive who had always treated me with respect. Today, he looked like he hadn't slept in a week.
"Thank you for coming, Claire," he said, pushing a cup of coffee toward me. He didn't bother with small talk. "I'll get right to it. Is Ryan in financial trouble?"
My stomach tightened. I thought of the $14,000 transfer. The forged loan. The mahogany box empty of its vintage watches.
"Why are you asking me that, David?"
David sighed, rubbing his temples. "We are conducting an internal audit. In the last four months, Ryan has authorized over two hundred thousand dollars in vendor payments to a firm called Madison Hale Consulting. But when our accounting team tried to verify the deliverables—the actual work this consultant provided—they found nothing. Empty files. Fluffed reports."
I stopped breathing. Two hundred thousand dollars.
"Ryan claims Madison Hale is a crucial strategist," David continued softly. "But rumors are circulating about their... personal relationship. Claire, if Ryan is embezzling company funds to pay his mistress, the board won't just fire him. They will press federal charges."
David leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And because you are his wife, and your name is on his primary accounts, the authorities will look at you, too. I need to know if you were aware of this money."
"No," I said, my voice trembling with genuine shock. "David, I swear to you, I didn't know."
David studied my face for a long moment, then nodded slowly. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope. "I believe you. But you need to protect yourself. Our private investigator took these photos of Ryan and Madison last week."
He slid a photograph across the diner table.
It was Ryan and Madison, sitting on the patio of a high-end restaurant. They were laughing. But that wasn't what made my heart stop.
I zoomed in on Madison's neck.
Resting against her collarbone was a distinct, intricate sapphire pendant on a platinum chain.
My grandmother’s sapphire necklace.
The heirloom that had been in my family for four generations. The necklace Ryan had tearfully told me he accidentally lost during our move three years ago. I had spent weeks crying over it. He had held me while I wept, comforting me over a loss he had orchestrated.
He didn't just give his mistress company money. He gave her my family’s legacy.
"Claire?" David asked gently. "Are you alright?"
"I need to go," I whispered, standing up. The sadness was entirely gone. It had burned away, leaving behind a cold, absolute rage.
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I called Angela the second I got to my car.
"I'm not just divorcing him," I said into the phone, my voice like ice. "I'm going to take him down. Where is the nearest branch for the safety deposit box?"
