Everyone forgot to check the paperwork.
Including Caleb.
PART 3
I did not confront them. I have never once solved a problem by warning my opponent I was about to solve it.
Instead I did what I’m good at. I gathered.
The recording of Chloe and Caleb — the affair, the pregnancy, the explicit plan to “get rid of Nora.” Legally obtained, in my own home and property, admissible.
The hotel bills. The condom. The paper trail of an affair conducted on the assumption that the pathetic wife would never look.
And the hospital records — obtainable through proper channels now that a divorce was coming — proving Caleb had lied about the vasectomy, which mattered enormously, because for nine years he’d let his mother abuse me over an infertility that was his fiction.
Then I called two people.
First, my attorney. Not a divorce attorney, though it would become that — my corporate attorney, the one who’d helped me structure the holdings a decade ago, who laughed out loud when I explained the situation.
