Finally, just after eight o’clock, Rebecca emerged from the employee entrance. She was still in scrubs, her dark hair now loose around her shoulders. She pulled out her phone and pressed it to her ear.
I got out of my car quietly, following at a distance.
Rebecca walked toward the far corner of the parking lot, away from the lights and cameras. Her voice carried in the evening quiet, and I strained to hear.
“No, he’s fine,” she was saying. “Everything’s going according to plan.”
A pause as whoever was on the other end spoke.
“Mark needs to stay under until the payout clears,” Rebecca continued, her voice dropping lower. I crept closer, my phone already out and recording. “The insurance company is processing everything. She still doesn’t suspect anything.”
My blood ran cold.
“Just a few more weeks,” Rebecca said. “Then we can… yes, exactly. Once the money transfers, we’ll handle the rest.”
Handle what rest? What were they planning?
Rebecca ended the call and headed toward her car. I stayed hidden behind a minivan, my heart racing, my phone clutched in my trembling hand.
I had it. Recorded proof of the conspiracy.
Before going home, I made one more stop. The bank. I transferred every dollar from our joint accounts into a new account in only my name, one that Mark had no access to.
Whatever he and Rebecca were planning, they wouldn’t touch another cent of money meant for Lily and me.
That night, I lay awake beside my sleeping daughter. Tomorrow I would go back to that hospital. Tomorrow I would end this nightmare.
Tomorrow, Mark Thompson would discover that his wife wasn’t as naive as he’d assumed.
And his carefully constructed plan was about to collapse…
I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mark’s face on that video—alert, aware, smiling at another woman while I grieved.
By the time dawn broke, I’d made my decision. Today, I would confront him. Today, the lies would end.
I dropped Lily at school early, hugging her tighter than usual. “Stay with Grandma after school today,” I told her. “I’ll pick you up tonight.”
She looked at me with worried eyes. “Are you going to see Dad?”
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