“Who else has access?” I asked as we walked quickly toward a private room.
My assistant answered, “You, the CFO… and your husband. His permissions were still active.”
I stopped.
Of course.
Grant had tried to take something before he fell—money, data, leverage… revenge.
I exhaled slowly. I didn’t feel rage.
Just a quiet sadness—and certainty that this chapter had to close properly.
“Shut down all access and activate the security protocol,” I ordered. “And call our legal team.”
Thirty minutes later, the tech team confirmed the sabotage attempt had been blocked in time. No losses—only a digital trail leading directly back to Grant’s user credentials.
The company was safe.
So was I.
That same night, I went home—our home. Or rather, the house we used to share.
The lights were off. A suitcase open in the living room told me he’d come back for his things.
When I stepped inside, he appeared from the hallway—broken, eyes red.
No arrogance left.
Only fear.
“Isabella… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just… desperate.”
I looked at him quietly.
“You didn’t lose your job tonight, Grant,” I said calmly. “You lost the person who believed in you the most.”
His voice cracked.
“I love you… I just got carried away.”