Caleb swallowed hard as reality settled over him.
I reached through the bars and dropped the folder at his feet.
Photos spilled out, showing him and Tessa in compromising situations across the city.
Bank statements and forged property documents followed, fluttering in the breeze.
Arthur lowered his head in shame, while Margot stood speechless for the first time.
“You have two very simple options moving forward, Caleb,” I said, signaling the security guard.
“You can sign the divorce papers without a fight and return every cent you embezzled, or I can file a formal complaint for fraud and forgery tomorrow morning.”
Caleb’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground.
“Lydia, please listen to me, I was just confused and Tessa means absolutely nothing to me,” he pleaded.
At that exact moment, his phone chimed loudly.
It was a message from Tessa: “I just found out you do not own any of it, so do not bother looking for me because I am not going down with you.”
