Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the caller's name—Sweetheart.
Patricia.
Weston's eyes flickered nervously. Without another word, he scrawled his signature across the bottom of the page.
"Wife, something urgent came up at the company. I'll handle it first." He grabbed his coat and hurried out.
As the door clicked shut, I calmly pulled another document from the folder—the divorce agreement.
He still doesn't realize what he just signed.
A special clause was included: since the husband committed adultery, all marital assets would belong solely to the wife.
My gaze fell to his signature, perfectly penned at the bottom. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my lips.
Weston, I was the one who raised you up—and I'll be the one to pull you down.
You will pay the price.
Weston didn't come home that night.
The next morning, I was woken by the shrill ring of my phone. It was Assistant Lenon.
"Miss, Weston has erased every trace of his crimes too cleanly. We can't find any evidence against him!"
My tone remained calm. "What do you need me to do?"
"We discovered a personal computer in Mr. Weston's study. It might contain something useful…"
"Alright," I replied after a pause. "Pick me up in a week."