My Husband Claimed He Was On A Business Trip. I Found Him At The Hospital With My Pregnant Best Friend. Little Does He Know, I Just Cut Him Off From Every Penny He Ever Stole. What Should I Do Next?

Chapter 5: Evidence in 4K

Sarah, if an enemy attacks, do not counterattack with emotion. Attack when they are unprepared. Destroy their foundation and then bring the building down. I reached a trembling hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out my high-end smartphone. I silenced the sound and activated the video recording mode.

Carefully, I aimed the camera lens through the crack in the door. I recorded everything: Richard’s face kissing Lauren’s belly, their conversation about embezzling my company’s funds, the confession of their secret marriage. Everything was recorded with crystal clarity in 4K quality.

Five minutes that felt like five centuries. With enough evidence, I retreated. I moved away from that door step by step, choking back the sobs that were caught in my throat. Reaching an empty waiting area, I sat down on a cold metal chair. I looked at my phone screen; the video was safely saved.

My tears finally fell, but only for a moment. I wiped them away harshly; they were not worth crying over. Trash.

“So all this time,” I murmured under my breath, my voice trembling with the rage that was beginning to completely burn away my love.

“All this time, I have been raising a snake in my own bed.”

And Lauren, the friend I considered a sister, turned out to be a leech stabbing me in the back. I remembered how Lauren cried on my shoulder, saying she had no money for food, and I gave her a supplementary credit card. I remembered how Richard always used the excuse of overtime when he was probably fooling around with Lauren in the house I bought with my own hard work.

Chapter 6: The Freezing of Richard Miller

The pain slowly transformed into something cold and hard. My heart froze. I opened the mobile banking app on my phone. I had full access to all accounts, including the operations account Richard managed, because I was the primary owner of the company. My fingers danced quickly across the screen.

Click: check Richard’s account balance. There was $50,000—money that was supposed to be for project operations. Click: check account activity. There were many transfers to boutiques, jewelry stores, and a gynecologist clinic in Havenwood.

“Enjoy your laughter while you can,” I hissed harshly.

“I will not go into that room now. That would be too easy for them. If I go in now, Richard will just apologize, get on his knees, and Lauren will cry, begging for mercy. That is not enough. I want them to suffer. I want them to feel what it is like to have nothing. I want Richard to go back to being the poor man he was when I found him at a bus stop five years ago. And Lauren, I want her to know that playing with fire with Sarah Hayes means getting burned to ashes.”

I stood up, straightening my jacket. My face was now a mask without expression. My gaze was sharp, fixed on the door of room 305 from a distance.

“Enjoy your hospital honeymoon,” I whispered.

“Because tomorrow your hell begins.”

I left the hospital. Inside the car, I did not start the engine. I immediately called my right-hand man, Hector, the head of IT and security at my company.

“Hello, Hector,” My voice was cold and authoritative.

“Yes, Mrs. Hayes. It is unusual for you to call at this hour. How can I help you?” hector replied.

“Hector, I need your help tonight. It is urgent and confidential.”

“Of course, ma’am. Your orders are my priority.”

“First, block access to the platinum credit card Richard has. Second, temporarily freeze the operations account he manages under the pretext of a sudden internal audit. Third, prepare the legal team for an asset recovery.”

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line. Hector was smart enough not to ask too many questions.

“Understood, ma’am. When should this be executed?”

“Now, this very instant. I want the notification to pop up as soon as he tries to make a transaction.”

“Understood, I am on it.”

“One more thing, Hector. Find the best locksmith and several burly security guards. Tomorrow morning, we are paying a visit to the house in Havenwood.”

“Understood, ma’am.”

Chapter 7: The Game Begins

I hung up the phone. The car’s engine purred softly as I started it. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror; the weak woman who had cried in the hospital hallway was dead. What remained now was Sarah Hayes, the CEO who knew no mercy. I drove through the streets of Havenwood. I would not be returning to New York City tonight. I would stay at the nearest hotel.

I would map out my plan and set the stage for tomorrow’s performance. My phone vibrated: a WhatsApp message from Richard.

“My love, Richard honey. I have arrived in Chicago. I am exhausted. I am going to bed now. Kisses. I love you.”

I laughed cynically reading the message. My fingers calmly typed a reply.

“Okay, darling. Rest well. Do not forget to have sweet dreams, because tomorrow you might wake up to a surprising reality. I love you too.”

I sent the message. A crooked smile formed on my lips. The game had begun.

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite where I was staying. I woke up not to an alarm but to the adrenaline still pumping fiercely in my blood. I had barely slept. My eyes were swollen, but my heart was as hard as steel. I picked up the phone from the nightstand: 6:00 a.m.

I had a message from Hector.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hayes. Following your instructions, as of 6:00 a.m. this morning, all financial access in Mr. Richard Miller’s name connected to the company and joint accounts has been frozen. Corporate credit card status blocked. Online banking access suspended. I have also located the GPS of the company car. Its position is in the parking lot of Our Lady’s Hospital in Havenwood.”

I smiled slightly.

“Good work,” I murmured.

I got out of bed, ordered breakfast from room service, and then took a hot shower. I had to look perfect today: no puffy eyes, no tired face. I applied slightly heavier makeup than usual, covering the traces of last night’s tears. A dark red lipstick was my final choice, a symbol of courage and war.

Chapter 8: A Royal Breakfast

As I enjoyed a glass of orange juice, I imagined what would be happening at the hospital. Richard had probably just woken up, perhaps preparing to spoil his secret wife with a luxurious breakfast.

“Eat your fill, Richard,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror.

“Because after this, you will forget what it feels like to be full.”

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Richard stretched his stiff muscles. Sleeping on the hospital sofa was not as comfortable as the king-size bed in Sarah’s home, but seeing Lauren’s peacefully sleeping face made him feel like a hero.

“Honey,” Lauren stretched coquettishly, her eyes fluttering open.

“I am hungry. I am craving some cronuts from that fancy bakery next to the hotel. I am sick of this bland hospital food.”

Richard smiled, stroking Lauren’s hair.

“Anything for my princess. Wait here, okay? I will go downstairs to sort out the administration to extend your stay in the VIP room and, on the way, I will buy you the cronuts you want. Then I will ask a nurse to bring you some hot water.”

“Thanks, my love. Do not be long, okay?” Lauren wheedled.

Richard nodded firmly, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked out of the room with a confident stride. In his pants pocket, a leather wallet full of platinum and black credit cards was ready to be used. He never worried about the price; he just had to swipe the card and sign. Sarah would pay the bill at the end of the month.