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At nine in the morning, Lucas returned to the company.He hadn’t changed out of his wedding suit, and the dark bloodstains from the staff room still clung to his cuff.Every staff member in Finance was summoned into the conference room.“Trace that half a million dollars from eight years ago.“Look through every layer of transmission. I want the whole route laid out.”The head of Finance didn’t dare any delay, pulling up the archived files immediately.Though the physical vouchers had long been sealed away, the electronic records were still intact.The remitter was Lucas’s mother.The nominal recipient was indeed me.Yet the money had remained in the temporary escrow account for less than three hours.That very afternoon, the entire half a million was transferred into Lucas’s newly established company.The memo listed the purpose as an urgent settlement of supplier arrears.Lucas fixed his eyes on the computer screen.“What about Sophia’s personal account?”The head of Finance projecte

Jack had been dead for five years, and most of the files he left behind were kept by a law firm.When Lucas rushed over, the lawyer had just pulled up the marriage agreement from eight years ago.The terms were explicitly stated in the agreement:“The two parties only maintained a legal marital relationship, would not interfere in each other’s private lives, and would not reside together.”The marriage duration was originally set for two years.Later, when Jack became gravely ill, we never went through the divorce procedures.“Where did they live?”The lawyer pushed forward two documents.“Mr. Solomon lived in the Solomon estate the entire time.“Ms. Wright lived in a rented apartment in the south end of town after the marriage.”The two addresses were separated by half the city.Utility records and keycard access logs also proved that Jack and I had never lived together long-term.Lucas turned through the pages one by one.In the notarization of assets, I had voluntarily given up all

Lucas ordered the staff to pull all the surveillance footage from the bridal boutique.The video had no sound, yet every motion was captured with brutal clarity.When I was kneeling on the floor smoothing out the dress, the heel of Sally’s shoe had been pressing down on my fingers the entire time.The clerk offered a tissue, but Sally threw a white rag down at me instead.I was bending over to wipe away a stain that didn’t even exist.Sitting close by, he didn’t raise his head even once.He pressed pause, having seen just enough.He was impeccably dressed in the footage, his expression icy and detached.If he had lifted his head just once, he would have seen me covered in cold sweat.“Keep playing.”The technician hit play again.After I coughed up blood, someone at the boutique pulled out a phone, about to call an ambulance.Sally immediately grabbed the clerk’s wrist and pointed outside.During questioning, the clerk disclosed the conversation from that day.“Ms. Peters said the othe

The funeral hall scheduled the cremation for the following morning.Lucas kept vigil outside all through the night.He wanted a clean change of clothes for me, only to discover I had already picked for myself a simple white outfit.No jewelry, no funerary items.I had even specified in my authorization document that no memorial service be held.As the staff wheeled the gurney past, Lucas reached out to block their way.“Wait a little longer.”“Mr. Brooks, the scheduled time has arrived.”“I just want to look at her one last time.”A corner of the white sheet was pulled back.I lay there in total peace.The blood stains on my face had been cleaned off. I was now looking as though I were merely asleep.Lucas bent down, wanting to tidy my hair.Just as his fingers were about to brush against me, he stopped.He knew he had no right to touch me.“Sophia.“That half a million—I know the truth now.“And your marriage to Jack Solomon, I know about that too.”I gave no response.“Get up and yel