“After the divorce, I changed my appearance and became a taxi driver. Then I accidentally overheard a shocking secret between my ex-husband and his mistress. That night…”

Mark leaned back. “The offshore one is safe. Her name was never officially removed—just… buried. By the time she figures it out, the statute of limitations will protect us.”

I felt cold.

“You’re sure the divorce judge didn’t notice?” Lydia asked.

Mark laughed. “I made sure he didn’t. That favor cost me less than a month’s salary.”

I missed a turn.

Neither of them noticed.

They kept talking—about forged disclosures, hidden assets, and how I was “too emotional” to ever fight back.

Then Mark said something that made my heart pound so hard I thought they’d hear it.

“She’ll never connect the dots. Especially not now.”

That’s when Lydia leaned forward and said, “Good. Because if she ever finds out, we’re done.”

The cab went silent after that.

When I dropped them off, Mark tossed a bill onto the seat and said, “Keep the change.”

I smiled into the rearview mirror and replied, “Have a good night.”

They walked away.

But I stayed in the car, shaking.

Because that night, I realized my divorce hadn’t just been unfair.

It had been engineered.

And I finally knew enough to do something about it.

I drove home in a daze and didn’t sleep.