The next day, I pulled all of the Harper Group’s assets from Caldwell Holdings.
Ethan demanded exorbitant penalty fees, clearly trying to strong–arm me. I didn’t flinch- liquidated the necessary funds, paid him in full, and walked away without a second glance.
That night, Nathan made his move.
The Caldwell empire imploded under the weight of a massive PR scandal. Even more shocking? Their financial records revealed a gaping hole–millions, siphoned straight into Jessica’s pockets.
Turns out her gambling–addict brother had bled her dry in casinos in Las Vegas, and she’d
“borrowed” from company coffers to cover his debts.
Security footage leaked online showed Ethan trashing the Elite Maternity Retreat, hurling
furniture while Jessica cowered in a corner. The internet had a field day:
“Karma’s a bitch. Cheat with a gold–digger, lose your gold.”
“Deserved. Trash belongs with trash.‘
“Dumping Caldwell stocks ASAP unless I wanna end up like this clown–broke and begging.”
Within 24 hours, employees fled, partners canceled contracts, and stock prices nosedived. The Caldwell empire teetered on collapse.
The next morning, I nearly tripped over Evelyn loitering at my doorstep.
Dressed in her usual couture armor, she smiled like we were old friends. “Emily, darling, you’ve always been the daughter–in–law I wanted. Let me handle that little tramp, hm? Give
Ethan another chance.”
I shook her off and flashed my diamond engagement ring. “Sorry, Evelyn. I upgraded.”
“Save your son and that winning personality for some other poor soul.”
Her face purpled. “You ungrateful brat!.The Caldwells have generations of military prestige!
Bankruptcy won’t erase that! My son could have any woman-”
Ah. Military prestige.
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How convenient.
I called the police that afternoon–Jessica had been “borrowing” my Birkin collection from Ethan’s penthouse. When officers arrived to search the property, I tagged along with receipts in hand.
Ethan, drowning in empty liquor bottles, lit up when he saw me. “Emily! You came back—”
I stepped out of reach. “Just here for my things.”
Turns out, over ten million dollar worth of my belongings had gone “missing.” I tilted my head at Ethan. “Your choice–wire the money, or I press charges against Jessica.”
He shattered another bottle. “Don’t say that name! She ruined me!”
Suddenly, he was on his knees, slurring through tears. “I was wrong, Emily! I’ll change! Remember how good we were? Give me one more-”
I tossed an invoice at his feet. “Three days. Wire the money.”
“Or your mistress learns what real prison looks like.”
His howls followed me down the hallway.
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