Instead of the phone, I discovered two insurance contracts naming Alex and me as beneficiaries, each worth ten million dollars.
I stood frozen, my blood running cold.
The poster was truly Alex. He wanted me to die.
Hearing noise from the bedroom, I quickly stuffed the contracts back into the briefcase, wiped my tears, and feigned normalcy.
Luckily, Alex was focused on his mother's complaints and didn't notice anything off about me.
He glared at me.
"I'm taking Mom out for a bit. Clean up the mess you made and think about your actions."
The security door slammed shut, and the room became quiet again, but my thoughts were chaotic.
I couldn't understand why I was being treated this way.
I was older, financially stable, and had always taken care of everything.
I covered all our expenses, and while the property was in both our names, I paid for it entirely.
Despite agreeing before marriage not to have children, his mother continued to pressure us, and I tolerated it for his sake.
Then, during a critical time of promotion in my career, I accidentally got pregnant.
I hadn't planned on keeping the child, but Alex begged me to. I eventually agreed.
But all my efforts were treated like this.