The sound came from a pair of heels.
Click. Click. Click.
From my hiding place, I could see silver shoes moving across the room.
I recognized them immediately.
Vanessa.
My mother-in-law.
“Monica, I’m already in the suite,” she said, dropping her phone onto the mattress and putting the call on speaker. “Ethan’s still downstairs. That girl is probably scrubbing off her cheap makeup in the bathroom.”
The words felt like a pu:nch to my chest.
Just a few hours earlier, she had wrapped me in a hug and called me her daughter.
“So everything went according to plan?” a female voice asked through the speaker.
“Of course. The marriage certificate is signed. The ring is on her finger. And that apartment will belong to us soon enough.”
My body went rigid.
The apartment?
A few weeks before the wedding, Ethan and I had purchased a stunning home in Oakwood Hills. Huge windows overlooked the city. There was a beautiful terrace, multiple bedrooms, and enough space for the future I dreamed of building.
I had personally paid for every cent.
He didn’t know that.
“What happens if she leaves him?” the caller asked.
Vanessa scoffed.
“She won’t know what h!t her. Ethan will slowly convince everyone she’s unstable. There’ll be arguments, accusations, witnesses. Eventually she’ll walk away in tears, and we’ll keep the apartment.”
My stomach twisted.
Everything I believed about my marriage began falling apart.
“Besides,” Vanessa added, “Ethan already has documents showing the funds came through his account. We’ll claim it was a family loan. She won’t be able to afford the legal battle.”
I closed my eyes.
If she had known who I really was, she would never have been so confident.
Ethan thought I was an ordinary administrative employee without connections. He had no idea my full name was Emma Carter, daughter of Richard Carter, the man behind Apex Development, one of the most powerful property development firms in the country.
My late mother had always warned me never to let wealth determine who loved me. So I hid my identity. I lived modestly. Drove an old car. Worked a regular office job. I wanted someone to choose me for my heart, not my family fortune.
Then Ethan appeared.
He seemed sincere.
He brought me flowers from neighborhood markets. Shared late-night street food with me. Spoke about wanting a quiet life, a happy marriage, and family dinners every Sunday. ucrm
I trusted him completely.
