PART 2
At 8:47 p.m., while the wedding guests were still dancing beneath crystal chandeliers, I made my first call.
Not to Sebastian.
Not to Alyssa.
To my attorney.
“Tell me exactly how much damage I can legally prevent before sunrise.”
There was a pause.
Then he asked a single question.
“How angry are you?”
I looked at the wedding photos still appearing on Instagram.
The kiss.
The champagne.
The captions mocking me.
“Very.”
For the next three hours, I worked with the same precision that had built my company.
Emotion didn’t guide me.
Facts did.
Every document connected to Sebastian passed across my screen.
Mortgage records.
Vehicle titles.
Business guarantees.
Credit accounts.
Investment authorizations.
The deeper we dug, the uglier the truth became.
Sebastian wasn’t simply cheating.
He had been stealing.
For years.
Using company accounts.
Charging personal expenses to business cards.
Transferring money through shell entities.
Even worse, Alyssa had helped him.
My executive assistant hadn’t accidentally fallen in love with my husband.
She had been helping him hide things.
The affair was only one part of the betrayal.
By midnight, my legal team had assembled enough evidence to trigger emergency financial reviews.
The honeymoon reservation in the Maldives?
Canceled.
The private charter flight?
Canceled.
The luxury villa waiting for them?
Canceled.
The black card Sebastian loved showing off?
Frozen.
The notification arrived while he was still at the reception.
I know because one of his friends posted a video.
In the background, Sebastian suddenly looked at his phone.
Then another notification appeared.
And another.
The smile vanished from his face.
The bride noticed.
Guests noticed.
Within minutes, he stepped away from the ballroom.
I watched it all unfold from Chicago.
At 1:13 a.m., my phone finally rang.
Sebastian.
