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At my son’s christening, my husband at:t@cked my mother while his family mocked her—so I cut off their money and filed for divorce on the spot

Chapter 5: The Brooklyn Betrayal

Having lost his position, his financial access, and facing potential legal reviews, Garrett panicked. He went directly to the city apartment of his assistant, Paige, expecting to find support.

When Paige opened her door, she looked surprised and disappointed to see him looking disheveled and frantic.

“Garrett? What happened?” she asked cautiously, keeping the door partially closed.

“Paige, you have to help me,” Garrett said quickly, stepping inside. “My wife took control of everything. But don’t worry, we can figure this out together.”

Paige pulled her hands away, looking concerned about his sudden loss of status.

Before she could answer, the door buzzer sounded.

She opened the door to find me standing in the hallway, dressed in a luxury suit and accompanied by two security assistants from my firm.

“Evelyn!” Garrett backed away in surprise. “Why are you here?”

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I stepped inside calmly and placed a document folder on the table. “Miss Paige. Or should I say, Ashley Miller.”

Paige looked visibly nervous upon hearing her real name.

“Inside this folder,” I stated calmly, “is a background record showing your past career discrepancies, unverified credentials, and communication records with various other executives.”

Garrett picked up the folder and scanned the documents in surprise, realizing her background was completely fabricated.

“It’s not true! She made it up!” Paige claimed defensively.

“Also, Garrett,” I added, “the expensive gifts you purchased for her were flagged during the corporate audit as unauthorized expenses. The legal department is reviewing those records now.”

Garrett dropped the papers, staring at Paige in realization. “You were only interested in my executive position?”

“You made your choices based on superficial ideas,” I said to Garrett. “And now you see the reality of your situation.”

I took a financial ledger from my bag and addressed Paige directly.

“Miss Paige, you have a choice. You can remain involved in Garrett’s legal complications, or you can cooperate fully with the corporate audit, provide all accurate records regarding his unauthorized expenses, and leave the firm quietly.”

Paige did not hesitate. She took the paperwork and agreed immediately. “I will provide all the necessary records to the legal team today.”

“You traitor!” Garrett shouted at her in frustration.

My security assistants stepped between them, keeping the situation completely safe and calm.

I looked at Garrett one last time. “You built your life on false pretenses, and now you must face the consequences.”

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