Emily gritted her teeth. Emotionally unstable. She would show him what instability was.
“But what if she sees the documents?” Pamela was still uneasy. “The documents, the evidence, the will.”
“It is all in my red folder, and that folder is in my office. She has no access,” Ethan said confidently. “After the hearing, we will be millionaires.”
“And your wife, your son?”
“We will get a divorce. I will leave her enough so she does not starve. I will take the boy. A boy needs his father.” Ethan paused, then added, “And the one on the way…” Ethan shrugged. “We will see. Maybe it won’t even come to turn with all this stress. You know…”
Emily felt the blood rush to her face. This man, the father of her children, was calmly planning to destroy her life. Not just to leave her, but to rob her and take her son.
“They are calling for boarding for the flight to Miami,” Pamela said, standing up. “It is time to go, honey.”
Miami, not Chicago. Another lie for the collection.
Ethan kissed her on the lips. A long, passionate kiss. Emily had not received a kiss like that from him in over a year.
“In one week,” he whispered to her, “we will be free and rich.”