Chapter 5 - Three Million PesosI opened our joint bank account.
Nearly three million pesos sat there.
Money I had deposited for household expenses.
Money Trevor had repeatedly used for projects that never became real businesses.
I stared at the balance.
For years, I had believed keeping money together meant building a future together.
Now I understood that I had been financing someone else's comfort.
I transferred the funds into my private business account.
The prenup protected me.
Trevor had signed it willingly.
He had even laughed while signing.
“Only insecure women worry about divorce,” he'd said.
I remembered his smile.
Now I almost smiled myself.
Then I blocked the supplementary credit cards.
The luxury cards.
The gas cards.
The shopping accounts connected to my name.
One by one, they disappeared.
Inside the villa, panic grew.
Evelyn screamed.
Trevor shouted my name.
But I kept working.
I wasn't angry anymore.
I was documenting.
Every insult.
Every threat.
Every moment they had treated me as though I had no rights.
At 3:17 a.m., I opened a secure email.
The recipient was my lawyer.
Sarah Miller.
I attached everything.
Security footage.
Audio recordings.
Photographs.
Financial documents.
And one recording that mattered more than all the others.
Trevor's own voice.
The sentence that would destroy his story.
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“You can sleep in the storage room while my family takes the bedroom.”
I pressed SEND.
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