His desperation curdled into threats. « If you don’t open this gate, I’m filing for divorce, demanding half of everything, and fighting for full custody. I’ll tell the judge you abandon your child! »
Karina
Valerie activated the outdoor display on the gate pillar — receipts for luxury jewelry, hotel reservations, a downtown apartment lease, photos of Mark embracing a woman named Karina. « Where… where did you get those? » « From the corporate expense card you used, foolishly assuming no one audited the statements. »
Karina had been his mistress for ten months. He’d promised her a divorce, the house in her name, and a settlement from Valerie’s fortune. Eleanor had known the entire time — text threads showed her coaching Mark to provoke arguments, secretly record Valerie when stressed, and paint her as an unfit mother in court, all to secure custody and squeeze out inflated child support. « A refined woman will raise the boy properly once we secure the funds, » one of Eleanor’s texts read.
