My Husband Divorced Me While I Was Still Recovering From Donating My Kidney To His Mother. He Left Me With A $10,000 Check And A Mocking Smile. Little Does He Know, His Mom Never Actually Received My Organ. What Should I Do When He Finds Out Who Got It Instead?
The Final Confrontation
Two weeks after the funds were transferred, Julian was on top of the world. He paid off some debts, moved his mother back to a VIP suite, and bought a new car for Tiffany. He felt his Midas touch had returned. But Clara was not idle. That afternoon in her private office, Mr. Chen placed a brown envelope on her desk—the results of the investigation into Miss Tiffany.
“Ma’am,” he reported.
Clara opened it. Inside were photos, bank statements, and medical records.
“Just as we suspected,” Clara murmured, flipping through the photos.
There were pictures of Tiffany having a romantic dinner with a tattooed man, a known bookie from Queens. Then there was proof of regular wire transfers from Tiffany’s account to his. The money Tiffany was spending was Julian’s company money. But the most shocking item was a medical record from an OB-GYN clinic.
“Her pregnancy is at 12 weeks,” Clara noted. “Julian divorced me just over a month ago. They said she had just gotten pregnant. But if it’s 12 weeks, that means she was already pregnant while you were still in the hospital, Ma’am,” Mr. Chen clarified. “But look at this date. The estimated date of conception occurred while Mr. Caldwell was on a week-long business trip to Chicago with his staff. Meanwhile, Tiffany was captured on hotel CCTV in Miami with the tattooed man.”
Clara let out a grim laugh.
“So the child Julian is so proud of, the Caldwell heir, isn’t even his?”
“A prenatal DNA test can’t be done without the mother’s consent, but there is a 99% probability it is not Mr. Caldwell’s child,” Mr. Chen said. “And one more thing. Tiffany is applying for a visa to Australia. She plans to flee next month after draining the rest of the investment funds you provided.”
Clara closed the file. She felt a flicker of pity for Julian, but only for a second. The pity was instantly extinguished by the memory of his face as he threw the divorce papers at her.
“Don’t let her leave, Mr. Chen. Block her visa through our immigration connections. And hold this evidence; I’ll give it to Julian myself as a farewell gift.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Oh, and Mr. Caldwell is insisting on taking you to a private dinner as a thank you for the investment.”
Clara tapped her fingers on the desk. “Except I want to see just how low he’s willing to crawl.”
The restaurant was a dimly lit rooftop venue with a glittering view of the city. Julian had reserved a private area complete with candles and roses. Clara arrived in a simple but elegant black dress. She sat opposite him, maintaining her distance.
“Thank you for coming, Clara,” Julian said softly, pouring wine into her glass. “I’ve missed dinners like this with you. We used to eat at that pizza place in the Village, remember? Now look at us, on top of the world.”
“I don’t drink alcohol,” Clara declined smoothly, pushing the glass aside. “Let’s get to the point, Julian. What is this about?”
Julian put down his napkin, putting on a sad face he had practiced in the mirror.
“I regret everything, Clara,” he began, his voice feigning a tremor. “I realize I made a huge mistake. I was under so much stress back then. Mom was sick, I panicked, and Tiffany… Tiffany came into my life when I was weak. She manipulated me.”
Clara fought back a wave of nausea. “Manipulated? Weren’t you the one who said I was just a spare part for your mother?”
“Those were my mother’s words, not mine,” Julian quickly deflected, blaming his own mother. “You know how hard she can be. I was forced, Clara. I’m her only son; I was afraid of disrespecting her. But I swear my heart was screaming when you were in surgery. I love you, Clara. Only you.”
Julian dared to reach for Clara’s hand across the table. Her hand was cold and still.
“Tiffany… she’s just a burden,” Julian continued, emboldened because Clara didn’t pull away. “She’s materialistic, she’s cruel. Not like you, so gentle and understanding. I realize now the baby she’s carrying was a mistake. I’m not happy with her.”
In Clara’s handbag, her phone was recording every word.
“So what you’re saying is,” Clara prompted in a flat tone, “you want to get back together with me? Leave the mother of your unborn child?”
“For you, I would leave everything,” Julian promised, his eyes shining. “We can start over. You have the capital, I have the business expertise. We can combine our strengths. Get rid of Tiffany. We can take care of my mom together. Or if you don’t want to, we can put her in the best nursing home, as long as I’m with you.”
Clara looked at the man before her with utter disgust. For money and power, Julian was willing to discard his pregnant girlfriend and even his own mother. This man had no loyalty; he was a true parasite. Clara slowly withdrew her hand. She smiled, but her eyes were as cold as the Arctic.
“That’s an interesting offer, Julian,” she said. “Very enlightening. I’ll need some time to think about it.”
“Of course, of course. Take your time,” Julian beamed, feeling his bait had been taken. “I’ll wait. I know we’re meant to be.”
Clara stood up.
“I have to go. I have an early meeting tomorrow. A meeting about asset seizure.”
“Whose assets?” Julian asked, confused.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Clara replied mysteriously. “Enjoy your dinner, Julian. It might be your last fine dining experience for a while.”
Clara walked away, leaving Julian smiling foolishly, unaware that outside the restaurant, police cars and the Sterling Group’s legal team were preparing for a dawn raid. Game over. Time for execution.
