Part 1
The number $0.00 on my screen stopped my heart.
One hundred and fifty thousand dollars I had spent years saving… was gone overnight.
There was only one transaction in the account history.
Outgoing wire transfer. Authorized by: Julian.
At that moment, the front door opened.
My husband walked in casually, coffee in hand, as if it were just another ordinary morning.
“Julian…” I turned my laptop toward him. “What is this?”
He barely glanced at the screen.
“Oh… you saw it already? I was going to text you.”
“Where is our money?”
“I moved it.”
“To where?”
Julian took another slow sip of his coffee.
“Sienna’s account.”
For a second, I thought I had misheard him.
“Sienna? Your former assistant?”
“That’s right.”
A faint smile crossed his face.
“By the way… I’m filing for divorce this afternoon.”
I couldn’t move.
But he wasn’t finished.
“You have forty-eight hours to move out.”
I laughed in disbelief.
“Out of the house I paid seventy percent of the down payment for? My name is on the deed. You can’t force me out.”
Julian folded his arms.
“You should check the mail.”
“I refinanced the property and pulled five hundred thousand dollars in equity.”
“Impossible,” I interrupted. “You can’t do that without my notarized signature.”
His smile grew even wider.
“Exactly.”
“And you signed those documents last week.”
I shook my head.
“I never signed anything.”
