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Chapter 4 - Chloe’s Desperate Descent

Within forty-eight hours, Alexander’s carefully curated reality dissolved into utter chaos. Cast out of our apartment and legally barred from accessing our joint marital accounts—which I had systematically frozen with my lawyers—he found himself holed up in a cramped, mid-tier hotel room with Chloe.

The fantasy of forbidden romance had officially collided with the brutal brick wall of reality.

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when my doorbell rang. I peeked through the peephole and saw Chloe standing in the hallway. Her designer trench coat was wrinkled, her mascara was smudged down her cheeks, and her once-impeccable blonde hair was pulled back into a frantic, messy bun.

She looked pathetic.

I opened the door, leaning against the frame with my arms crossed.

“Claudia! Oh, thank God,” Chloe sobbed, taking a desperate step forward. “Please... you have to help me. Ryan has completely lost his mind. He won’t let me see Leo, he’s taking me to court for full custody, and Alexander’s company accounts are suddenly frozen—we can’t access a single dime! You’ve known me since college, Claudia. You know my heart. Please talk to Ryan!”

I stared at her, feeling a profound sense of pity mixed with absolute disgust.

“Your heart, Chloe?” I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. “Is that what you call stealing my husband while calling me your sister? Is that what you call funneling millions of dollars of my family’s trust fund into your failing design studio?”

Chloe froze. Her color instantly drained, leaving her face chalk-white.

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

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“My forensic accountants do,” I replied smoothly. “Every single wire transfer, every fake invoice, every luxury vacation you took on my dime. It’s all documented. Ryan is taking your son, and I am taking every cent you and Alexander stole. You wanted my husband, Chloe? Congratulations. You get to keep him. Enjoy living broke together.”

Before she could utter another word, I slammed the door in her face, locking the deadbolt with a satisfying, metallic click.

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