Elise squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the brutal pressure of the truth settle over her.
An affair was painful, but this was something far more deliberate. Bennett had not only betrayed her with another woman; he had been planning to leave her ruined, broke, and helpless.
At seven the next morning, she called Naomi Gable, a respected family attorney in the city whose name her closest friend had given her. Dinnerparty supplies
By ten o’clock, Elise was already seated in Naomi’s office with stacks of screenshots, bank records, and the laptop tucked under her arm.
Naomi listened to every detail without interrupting, writing notes across a yellow legal pad.
“Do not confront him again under any circumstances, because now we are going to document everything,” Naomi said firmly.
“If he thought he could get away with stealing from you, he picked the wrong woman,” the lawyer added with a knowing smile.
That same afternoon, Elise opened a new private bank account, redirected her direct deposits, and collected every receipt she could locate.
When she returned home, she started packing Bennett’s belongings into cardboard boxes with a cold, precise calm that made her bones ache.
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