They stood up and walked towards the boarding gate. Emily watched them, feeling something inside her break. It was not her heart. That was already numb. What had broken were her illusions, trust, faith, and family.
But as the initial pain subsided, it was replaced by something else. A cold, calculating rage.
Ethan had underestimated his wife. Yes, she was a doctor, not a lawyer, but she was intelligent, observant, and had an excellent memory. And above all, she had something Ethan lacked, a conscience and principles.
The red folder in the office, Emily repeated it in her mind. She had a second key to the office at home. Ethan had given it to her for emergencies. It seemed the emergency had arrived.
Emily managed a faint smile for the first time in half an hour. Ethan wanted to play a game. Fine. But he had forgotten that in any game there can only be one winner, and Emily Hayes had no intention of losing.
She took out her phone and dialed the number of Mrs. Davis, her son’s caregiver. “Mrs. Davis, it is Emily. Could you watch Noah tonight? Something urgent has come up that I need to attend to.”
“Yes, very urgent business.”
It was time to find out what that red folder contained.