Then Ethan exhaled once, like a man realizing the stage lights had come on before he was ready. “Claire,” he said, voice low and urgent, “I can explain.”
“No,” I replied, standing in Rebecca’s conference room with the city lights burning outside the windows. “What you can do is listen.”
He started with the usual coward’s script. It was complicated. He never meant for me to find out like this. Lauren had gotten pregnant unexpectedly. He was going to tell me after he figured things out. He still cared about me. He didn’t want to lose me. Every sentence was an insult disguised as vulnerability. He wanted credit for being emotionally overwhelmed after constructing a double life for at least a year.
I let him talk until he ran out of excuses.
Then I told him the truth in plain language.
“I moved the joint funds this afternoon. Rebecca Sloan is my attorney now. I have screenshots, statements, lease records, and enough documentation to make discovery very interesting. Do not come to the house tonight. Do not empty anything. Do not delete anything. Every device, every account, every lie is now evidence.”
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