Chapter 4 - LEXI WASN'T HIS MISTRESSLexi arrived at a luxury restaurant that evening.
She expected Hunter.
Instead, she found me.
Her face went pale.
“What are you doing here?”
I smiled.
“Dinner.”
“Where's Hunter?”
“He won't be joining us.”
She stood.
“I should go.”
“No.”
She froze.
I placed a folder on the table.
“Sit down.”
“Why?”
“Because you received half a million dollars from my husband.”
Her face changed.
“You're lying.”
I opened the folder.
Bank records.
Dates.
Account numbers.
Transaction descriptions.
Everything.
Lexi stared.
Then whispered:
“He told me it was a gift.”
“I'm sure he did.”
“I didn't know anything.”
“Then help me.”
She looked at me.
“How?”
“Tell me everything.”
She hesitated.
Then sat down.
Lexi wasn't stupid.
She was greedy.
There was a difference.
She told me Hunter had approached her a year earlier.
He promised her a luxury apartment.
A car.
A monthly allowance.
But there was one condition.
She had to pretend to be his girlfriend.
He wanted photographs.
Public appearances.
Rumors.
He wanted me to feel insecure.
He wanted me to leave voluntarily.
“Why?”
“Because he needed you gone.”
Lexi swallowed.
“He said you were too difficult.”
I smiled.
“Of course.”
“He said once you left, he'd marry me.”
I looked at her.
“And you believed him?”
She nodded.
Then started crying.
“I loved him.”
I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
“Lexi.”
She looked up.
“You were never his future.”
“What?”
“You were part of his strategy.”
I pushed another document across the table.
A contract.
Hunter had created it.
It included a confidentiality clause.
And a termination clause.
The moment he no longer needed her, he could cut her off.
No apartment.
No money.
Nothing.
Lexi stared at the document.
Then whispered:
“He never loved me.”
“No.”
She covered her face.
I waited.
Finally she asked:
“What do you want?”
“Your cooperation.”
She agreed.
The next morning, Lexi walked into our attorney's office.
She brought everything.
Emails.
Texts.
Voice recordings.
Bank transfers.
Photographs.
And one video.
Hunter talking to Patricia.
I watched it once.
Hunter was smiling.
“Once Tess signs, we'll move everything.”
Patricia asked:
“And if she refuses?”
Hunter laughed.
“She won't.”
I froze.
He continued.
“She thinks I love her.”
Patricia smiled.
“She'll sign anything.”
I closed my eyes.
The man I married had never doubted my love.
He had weaponized it.
That was the moment I stopped grieving.
There was nothing left to save.
My attorney stood.
“Now we can move.”
May you like
I nodded.
“Let's end this.”
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