Chapter 6 - The Unraveling
Thirty minutes later, Sarah was sitting on my living room sofa, staring at me with wide, terrified eyes. On the coffee table between us lay my printed timeline, the bank statement photos, and the screenshots of Mark's deleted text thread.
I had told her everything. I omitted nothing—not the Phoenix trip, not the $84.50 pharmacy charge, not Liv’s sobbing confession in my foyer, and not Mark’s admission that he had helped cover it up to save their business.
Sarah didn't cry at first. She sat completely still, her face turning a ghostly, waxy white.
"Liv?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. "Your... your little sister?"
"Yes," I said softly, reaching across the table to hold her cold hands. "I am so sorry, Sarah. I am so, so sorry."
"And Mark knew?" Sarah’s eyes flashed with a sudden, terrifying heat. "Mark covered for him? While David was telling me he was working late on the Vantage deal?"
"Yes."
Sarah stood up so fast she knocked her coffee mug over, sending cold liquid pooling across the glass table. She didn't care. She began pacing my living room like a caged animal, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
"Three years," Sarah breathed, clutching her head. "We've been trying to conceive for three years, Hannah! David told me he wanted to wait! He told me he wasn't ready! And he went and got your twenty-four-year-old sister pregnant in a hotel room in Phoenix?!"
"Sarah, please breathe," I said, stepping toward her.
"No!" She spun around, her eyes wild with rage. "I'm not breathing! I'm going to destroy him! I'm going to take every single cent he has ever made! I'm going to tear Vanguard Real Estate down to the ground!"
She grabbed her purse from the sofa.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To David's office," she said, her voice dropping into a deadly, low pitch. "And then to my lawyer's. Are you coming with me?"
I looked at my house, at the empty space where Mark's clothes used to hang, at my computer containing the evidence of their corporate financial collusion.
"Give me five minutes," I said. "I'll drive."
When we arrived at the sleek glass tower housing Vanguard Real Estate, the atmosphere in the suite was quiet. The receptionist smiled warmly as Sarah and I walked past her without stopping, marching straight toward the executive corner offices.
David was sitting at his grand oak desk, reviewing a blueprint with a client on speakerphone. Mark was sitting across from him, looking pale and disheveled, holding an ice pack to his forehead.
When the door flew open and banged against the wall, both men jumped up.
David smiled nervously. "Sarah? Hannah? What's going on? We're in the middle of a—"
Sarah didn't say a word. She walked straight up to David's desk, picked up his heavy brass desk clock, and slammed it down onto his glass laptop screen, shattering it into a spiderweb of dead pixels.
David yelled, jumping backward. "Are you insane?!"
"Liv is six weeks pregnant, David," Sarah said, her voice dangerously calm as she leaned across the ruined computer. "And Mark was kind enough to give us the complete itinerary of your trip to Phoenix."
David’s face didn't just turn pale; it turned gray. He whipped his head toward Mark with a look of absolute, murderous betrayal. "What did you say to them?!"
"I didn't say anything!" Mark yelled, backing toward the corner of the office. "Hannah figured it out!"
"It's over, David," Sarah said, pulling her wedding ring off her finger and throwing it directly at his face. It struck his cheek and bounced onto the carpet. "My father's trust fund financed forty percent of this firm's startup capital. I am freezing the accounts by three o'clock today. You have one hour to clear your personal belongings out of this building before my legal team serves you with an injunction."
She turned on her heel and walked out.
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I stood in the doorway for a second, looking at Mark. He looked smaller now, stripped of his corporate polish, standing in the ruins of the company he had compromised his soul to protect.
"I filed for divorce an hour ago, Mark," I said softly. "Don't bother calling me."
