“Six hundred and forty-two thousand dollars,” Marcus read aloud. “Embezzled over six months. And for the grand finale…” He clicked the remote one last time. A blown-up image of the fake ultrasound appeared, alongside a signed affidavit from the clinic receptionist confessing to the bribe. “There is no baby. There is only a parasite draining my accounts.”
Chloe fell back into her chair, her mouth opening and closing like a suffocating fish. Her friends were staring at her with profound disgust. Some were already picking up their purses, eager to distance themselves from the radioactive fallout.
“You signed an iron-clad prenuptial agreement, Chloe,” Marcus said, stepping toward her, his presence utterly overwhelming. “Clause four explicitly states that fraud or financial theft completely nullifies any spousal support. You get nothing. Not the cars. Not the jewelry. Not a single cent of the money my mother broke her back so I could build.”
