She Took My Husband While I Was Pregnant — Five Years Later She Asked Me for Money to Celebrate Her Baby, I Said Yes Without Hesitation, Because the Transfer She Demanded Became the Proof That Finally Unraveled Everything She Thought She’d Buried

“Ryan,” I said, “you always believed you were the lucky one, the man who found someone exciting after leaving behind something inconvenient, but what you never understood is that some people don’t leave trails because they’re careful—they leave them because they assume no one will ever come looking.”

Thomas folded his hands calmly.

“Mara Jensen worked for my firm six years ago,” he said. “She disappeared after redirecting funds through a shell account she believed was untraceable. Four hundred and twenty thousand dollars, to be precise.”

The room had gone quiet.

Madeline’s hand flew instinctively to her stomach, not protectively, but defensively, as if shielding herself from the truth.

“That’s a lie,” she said, her voice cracking. “Lena’s just bitter.”

“I transferred the $6,000 you requested,” I said evenly. “I labeled it as partial restitution. When you accepted it, you confirmed the account we needed, the one you thought was buried.”

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