The Cheating Wife, She Plotted Quietly, And I Struck Unexpectedly

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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hello, thank you for being here. Welcome to cheating all
the time. I am lady truth. Let's get into another
crazy cheat. One midnight call shattered my faith in love
and loyalty. Hidden in shadows, I discovered horse darker than
any nightmare. Her whispers with that ally wrecked my trust.

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In seconds, now comes my very confession raw beneath our
polished facade. Betrayal stabbed my pride, my name, my future.
With precision, an ally exposed secret snow court was meant
to hear. In one twist, our marriage morphed into a
ruthless battleground. They plodded downfall, guessing I'd capture their sins

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on tape. Tonight I unveil the final proof and deceit
crashes forever before we begin. Let me know where you're
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notification so you never miss our next tale. Ethan Caldwell
stood on the cracked pavement behind his office building, hands

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shoved into the pockets of his well worn chinos. The
late afternoon sun stretched his shadow across the asphalt, making
him look taller than he felt. In that quiet moment,
he couldn't help thinking how life had changed from what
he'd imagined a few years ago. He had a promising
corporate track lined up, yet here he was behind a

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modest strip mall law office he barely managed to keep afloat.
At twenty nine, Ethan had once believed he was right
on track. He had landed a solid operations role at
argent Shield Industries, a mid sized but growing corporation in
the tech manufacturing field. They dangled a significant promotion in
front of him if he would attend law school at night,

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a plan that at the time seemed brilliant. But after
the unexpected company merger and subsequent layoffs, he was out
in the cold, a brand new JD in hand, no
jobs security, and a mountain of school debt. He sighed,
recalling the first time he'd brought up that legal education
idea to his wife, Vanessa. She was enthusiastic, practically over

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the moon, saying it was a golden ticket to success.
Vanessa had just passed her own bar exam back then,
and she loved the idea of them both being attorneys.
She used to say things like, we'll be the power couple.
Ethan just you wait. But as the seasons changed, so
did her patience with him. He closed his eyes to

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the droning hum of distant traffic. Life had become a
balancing act. Keep the lease on his tiny, unremarkable law office,
hustle for clients, and try not to let Vanessa's scorn
crush him. She worked at a massive firm, Baker, Norton
and Vincent, while he was stuck wrangling the most mundane cases,
simple wills, minor contract disputes, and occasional traffic violation defense.

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It wasn't that he disliked these smaller matters. On the contrary,
he've appreciated helping everyday people. But deep down he craved
something bigger, something that felt like all his sacrifice had
been Worthwhile. Shaking off the brooding thoughts, Ethan headed back inside.
The space was cramped a narrow hallway leading into a

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main area that served as both a reception and waiting room.
He had a single office for himself, which was also
overcrowded with law books and leftover supplies from his bar
study days. It was far from the sleek corner office
that once gleamed in his dreams. He dropped into the
desk chair, swirling slowly side to side on the far wall.

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An old framed diploma from State You reminded him of
better times. When he and Vanessa first started dating. He'd
been a laid back undergrad drawn to her wit and drive.
Back then, their differences had felt complimentary. She was ambitious
and laser focused, while he prided himself on a calm,
rational approach to just about everything. Over time, though, the

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dynamic felt more like a chasm. Vanessa excelled in the
high stakes environment of a big law firm, and she
wanted Ethan to meet her at that deer immediately if possible.
He remembered a conversation from a week ago that still
gnawed at him. They were in the kitchen of their townhouse,
the smell of leftover curry lingering in the air. Vanessa

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had barely touched her plate before saying, I got put
on a huge case with Charles Whitmore. He's the senior
managing partner. It's a career defining opportunity for me. You'd
love it if you ever had a chance to do
real corporate litigation. He tried to sound encouraging, but maybe
it came out forced. That's fantastic, Vanessa. I'm proud of you.

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I wish I could land something like that, Heave admitted.
She set down her fork a little too loudly and
stared at him. There's no reason you couldn't if you'd
only get out of that dingy office and apply to
firms that can utilize your potential. Maybe you're too comfortable
dealing with small time clients. The remarks stung more than

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she might have realized, but it fit a growing pattern.
That night ended with them retreating to separate sides of
the couch, scrolling mindlessly on their phones. Leaning forward at
his desk, Ethan tried to push that memory aside. He
glanced at his watch. Vanessa would be finishing her day soon,
probably staying late to impress her superiors or review depositions.

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The unspoken tension between them had grown into a dull ache,
a heaviness that hovered around every interaction. But Ethan still
believed in second chances. He believed in working through rough patches.
Maybe a year from now business would be better. Maybe
the local business owners he was networking with would start
bringing in bigger cases. Maybe Vanessa would see that success

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doesn't always come Instantly, he rummaged through a stack of bills,
ignoring the latest rent inwist for now. Then he carefully
picked up a framed photo on his desk, a younger
Ethan beside Vanessa on their wedding day. She looked radiant
in her fitted gown, and his eyes practically sparkled In
that snapshot. It seemed as though nothing could break their unity.

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A gentle knock on the front door startled him. He
rose to check, but no one was there, perhaps just
a passer by trying the handle. He locked up, flicked
off the lights, and stepped outside into the bomby air.
The city around him buzzed with cars nenon signs advertising
fast food joints or liquor stores. Not exactly the polished

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downtown vibe one might picture for a law firm, but
it was what he could afford. As he walked down
the sidewalk to his car, a dusty Toyota Corolla, he
tried to shake off the creeping feeling that he was
treading water and running out of energy. To keep afloat.
He recalled the day at ardent Shield, when they first
approached him with that law school proposed his division head

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a tall magnetic guy named Marlon Rossy had pitched it
like a dream. We'll pay a good portion of your
tuition if you stay on board full time and do
night classes, Marlon said. After you pass the bar, you'll
be first in line for an in house council roll.
For a few months, everything looked promising. He thrived in
the hybrid work load, part operations manager, part budding legal mind.

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Vanessa was thrilled, calling him from her own firm, sharing
tips about law professors and study aids. Then the industry
took a hit. Argent Shield's board voted to merge with
a larger competitor, and entire departments were phased out. Ethan's
new and house council PATHCOT slashed before it could even start,
leaving him with a half finished law degree. Still, he

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pushed on finishing school on his own dime, determined not
to waste the time and effort he'd poured into it. Now,
as he climbed into his Corolla, a wave of exhaustion
hit head. He pictured Vanessa bustling around in her well
furnished office, possibly staying late for some high level meeting. Meanwhile,
here he was leaving a quiet, empty space that he

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wasn't sure would even be viable in a few months.
He pulled out of the parking lot, merging into the city.

Speaker 2 (08:17):
Traffic.

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Thoughts journed in his head finances, marketing ideas, whether or
not to hire a part time receptionist, but also that
question that nagged him every evening. Was Vanessa still proud
of him? Or had that ship sailed? The last rays
of sunlight glinted off tall buildings in the distance as
he made the short drive home. Their town house was

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in a decent neighborhood, somewhere in the middle, not the
swankiest part of town, but a cut above the lower
income blocks. Inside, he found the place dark, no sign
of Vanessa. A brief text from her read working late
with the team, don't wait up typical. He warmed to
leftover Spiegyei and ate in silence, hearing only the hum

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of the refrigerator. As he cleared his plate, he hovered
by the sink. The reflection on the window faintly showed
his own tired eyes. That was the moment a flicker
of uncertainty crossed his mind. Was there more going on
with Vanessa's late nights than just work? He immediately scolded
himself for even going there. She was ambitious, yes, and

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definitely an overachiever at the firm, but she wouldn't lie
to him right all. At once, an odd restlessness took over.
He felt compelled to do something, maybe straightened up the
living room or reorganized some old law texts. Idle hands
gave rise to more doubts, and he wasn't ready to
face them. Instead, he turned on the TV, letting the

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background noise keep him company. The local news anchor droned
on about a city council dispute, then traffic collisions on
the interstate, mundane stories that mirrored how unremarkable Ethan felt
his life had become. He ended up dozing off on
the couch. Sometime around midnight. Vanessa slipped in quietly. He

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jolted awake at the sound of her keys. She froze
in the doorway, still dressed in a tailored navy skirt suit,
her hair pinned back neatly. Ethan, Sorry, I didn't mean
to wake you, she said, flicking the living room lamp on.
There was no warmth in her expression, just exhaustion. It's fine,
he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Long day she nodded, stifling

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a yawn. Extremely whitmore was on my case about a
brief that had to be written. Last minute deadlines are insane.
He wanted to ask more about her day, about whether
she was okay, but the words got stuck. There was
a time she'd PLoP down and share a detailed rant,
and he'd happily listen. Now she seemed guarded, or maybe

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just preoccupied, so he simply said, don't burn yourself out.
Vanessa pursed her lips, gave a noncommittal shrug. Got to
do what I got to do.

Speaker 2 (11:02):
Good night.

Speaker 1 (11:03):
She grabbed a glass of water and disappeared upstairs without
another word. Ethan stared at the empty space where she'd
been standing with a heavy sigh. He turned off the
TV and followed her up, finding the bedroom door shut.
The handle wasn't locked, but it felt like a barricade.

Speaker 2 (11:20):
All the same.

Speaker 1 (11:21):
He ended up in the guest room, lying awake on
top of the sheets. Two distracted to sleep, and memory
rose in his mind, Vanessa's bright laughter at their wedding,
the way she'd toss her hair and grin whenever he
said something silly. He tried to reconcile that version of
her with the distant, cool figure he saw tonight, and
it just didn't match. Maybe the stress of her job

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was draining her, or, as a darker thought crept in,
maybe his own stagnation was driving her away. He had
no solid evidence, but the feeling was there. In that
silent room, Ethan promised himself that tomorrow would be different.
He'd head to his office early, follow up on leeds,
maybe hand out more business cards at local shops, show

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Vanessa in his own way that he was serious about
forging a path, Prove that he could hustle too, even
if it wasn't the same glamorous world she inhabited. Little
did he know, though, that the uneasy flickers of doubt
would soon become real cracks in the facade of their marriage.
For now, he just stared at the ceiling until sleep

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claimed him, heart heavy with unspoken fears. The next morning,
Ethan managed to pull himself out of bed just after six.
He brewed a pot of coffee, scrawled a quick note
for Vanessa, have a good day, love you, and headed
off to his little office. The roads were less congested
than usual, and he felt a surge of motivation. Today

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he was determined to drum up more business, or at
least check off some tasks that might help his bottom line.
When he arrived, the neon sign of the pizza place
next door was still off, and the florist shop across
the lot hadn't opened. But Ethan relished the quiet. He
sat down at his desk, flicked on his computer, and

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fired off a few marketing emails to local business associations.
Maybe some would want an affordable legal consultant. Maybe not, Still,
he tried. At around one thousand thirty, the phone rang.
He jolted upright, half expecting it to be a telemark eater. Instead,
it was a familiar voice, Megan Hayes, a friend of

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Vanessa's from college. Ethan's brow furrowed. She rarely called him directly.
Hey Ethan, how's it going, she asked, in a tone
that was half cheery, half hesitant. Hi, Meghan, I'm all right,
he replied, setting the phone between his ear and shoulder.
Something up. Just wanted to ask a favor. My cousin

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needs some legal help, something about a least dispute, and
I thought maybe you'd want to talk to him. Meghan's
cousin was a real estate agent. Somewhere on the outskirts
of town. Not exactly big fish, but it was a
potential client. That it'd be great, Ethan said, with more
eagerness than he intended. Send me his info. Megan promised

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to do so. Then, after a short pause, she added, oh,
and Ethan, everything okay with you and Vanessa? She sounded
genuinely concerned. He frowned, why do you ask? I don't know.
She's been a bit distant. I guess we had coffee
last week and she seemed stressed. Megan hesitated, as if

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choosing words carefully. She mentioned you two were arguing about
your practice. I told her it's normal for couples to
go through rough spots. I hope it's just that. He
forced a laugh that sounded tinny even to himself. It's normal, Ye,
nothing to worry about, Meghan. Thanks for checking in, sure,

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she said softly. I'll text you my cousin's number. Take care, Ethan.
After hanging up, he slumped in his chair. The conversation
left a weird taste in his mouth. If Vanessa had
confided in Megan about tension between them, that was normal enough,
but her friend's cautious tone made him wonder if Vanessa

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had said something more serious. He shook it off for
the moment, focusing on the positive, a potential new client. Midday,
Ethan headed to a local deli for lunch, tucking the
stack of business cards into his pocket. The place was lively,
old men sipping coffee, office workers grabbing quicksand witches. He

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found a small table against the wall and ordered a
roast beef sub. While waiting, he struck up conversation with
the manager, a middle aged woman named Carla. She smiled politely,
but seemed uninterested in free legal advice, at least Ethan tried.
As he ate, he noticed other couples or small groups

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talking and laughing. The sense of camaraderie made him ache
for a time when he and Vanessa chatted about everything,
law school's struggles, random TV shows, weekend trips. Now they
often existed in separate orbits, only intersecting. Out of routine,
he texted her, hope you're having a good day. Any
chance you'll be home for dinner? No immediate response. Back

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at the office, he found two missed calls from unrecognized numbers.
He dialed them back with mild hope. One was a
wrong number. The other was a man wanting to sue
a neighbor over a barking dog. Not exactly a big payday,
but Ethan arranged a consultation anyway. Business was business. As
the afternoon war on, his motivation dipped. He stared at

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the overhead light that flickered occasionally and thought of how
Vanessa might be reviewing important documents in a polished conference
room downtown, her colleagues wearing tailored suits, joking about big
corporate deals. It felt like they were on entirely different planets.
A few days later, Athan found himself in an upscale

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hotel ballroom, nursing a glass of sparkling water. Vanessa had
asked him to accompany her to a firm hosted social event.
The invite made him cautiously optimistic. Maybe she wanted to
show him off, or at least spend some time to
get her outside the house. In the bustling crowd, men
wore expensive ties and women strutted in designer dresses. Vanessa

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fit right in, wearing a sleek black sheath dress and
modest jewelry. She introduced Ethan to a few associates with
an offhand comment like, oh, this is my husband, Ethan.
He's an attorney too, has his own practice, but the
smiles that flashed at him often seemed forced or patronizing.
At one point, Derreck Woodward, a rising star partner at

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the firm, ambled over with a grin that struck Ethan
as overly friendly. Derek was tall, good looking in a
polished sort of way. Vanessa has told me all about you,
Derek said, shaking Ethan's hand. Heard you're the next big
name in local practice. Ethan couldn't tell if it was
genuine or an underhanded comment, so he just nodded politely. Sure,

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I'm working on building up my clientele, he answered. Vanessa
gave a thin smile and took a sip from her
wine glass. A group of attorneys joined them, quickly diverting
the conversation to office gossip. Ethan stood by, feeling like
an outsider, every so often throwing in a polite chuckle.
He didn't miss how Derek and Vanessa seemed at ease

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discussing firm politics. They teased each other about late night
tasks and the intricacies of corporate litigation. At one point,
Derek casually placed a hand on Vanessa's shoulder to guide
her attention towards someone approaching. She didn't flinch or pull away.
Ethan tried to push down a spike of unease they

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worked together. Touching an arm or shoulder might be a
casual gesture, but the moment stuck in his mind. He
spent the rest of the function drifting from group to group,
never quite finding a foothold in any conversation. Eventually, he
ended up in a corner, sipping his water. When they
finally left, Vanessa was quiet in the car, her expression unreadable.

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Fun night, Ethan said, forcing brightness. She shrugged, It was okay,
glad you came. Didn't want to be the only one
without a partner there The wording stung. Didn't want to
be the only one, he forced a small laugh. Well,
thanks for inviting me. That was that. No further talk,

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no sense of closeness. Once home, she retreated to the
bedroom with an excuse about a migraine. Ethan crashed on
the couch the fancy event, leaving him more dejected than ever.
A weekend later, they attended a small dinner at Vanessa's
parents' house, something they did monthly, though it often felt
like an obligatory check in. Her father, Dwight Samson, was

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a retired dentist, and her mother, Linda, used to run
a boutique. Both were cordial but old fashioned about careers
and achievements. Dinner started pleasantly enough. Linda served roast chicken,
mashed potatoes, and green beans. Casual conversation drifted around jobs
and local news, but soon Dwight fixed his gaze on Ethan.

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So how's business, Ethan, Vanessa mentioned, You're still building your
client base, he said, cutting into his chicken with a
practiced motion. Ethan set down his fork. It's coming along slowly.
I've been taking on smaller cases, but I'm hoping to
expand soon. Dwight frowned, slightly, glancing at Vanessa. You did

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well in law school, rite top quarter of your class.
Ethan nodded, yes, sir, why not try bigger firms you
know where they'd appreciate your education. Vanessa focused on her plate.
Linda cleared her throat gently. Dwight, it's his choice, dear.
Dwight pressed on, ignoring Linda's gentle nudge. I just hate

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to see you stuck in a rut. You could do
so much more, Ethan, And you don't want Vanessa to
be the only breadwinner in the long run, do you.
An awkward hush fell over the table. Vanessa's cheeks reddened,
but she said nothing. Ethan forced himself not to bristle
at the older man's tone. I appreciate your concern, Dwight.

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I'm actively exploring possibilities, just biding my time until the
right opportunity comes along. Dwight grunted in mild dissatisfaction, then
turned the topic to something else. Linda and Vanessa tried
to act normal, but Ethan felt the simmer of tension.

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Here.

Speaker 1 (21:45):
He was scrutinized in front of his in laws, while
Vanessa sat silent. He quietly wondered if she agreed with
her father that Ethan was underachieving. That evening, as they
drove home, Ethan fiddled with.

Speaker 2 (21:57):
The radio dial.

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Wish you'd said something better back there, he murmured. It
would have helped if you defended my career path. Vanessa
stared out the window. I'm sorry if you felt blindsided.
Dad can be blunt, you know that, But can I
be honest? Her voice dropped, and Ethan gripped the steering wheel.
I just I'm tired of telling people you're on the

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verge of a breakthrough when it's not true. She said softly.
You do a fine job for the clients you have,
but you won't even apply to bigger places. How am
I supposed to respond when dad grills us? The words
stung like a slap. I can't just snap my fingers
and land a top firm job, Vanessa, he shot back,

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And maybe I'm not sure I want to. I like
working for people who can't afford the big guys, She sighed.
I get that in theory, but you're barely making ends meet.
Our finances aren't exactly comfortable, Ethan. He pressed his lips together, right,
he muttered, his voice tense. The rest of the drive

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passed in cold silence. When they got home, Vanessa retreated upstairs.
Ethan lingered in the living room, rummaging through the mail
on the console table. A bright red envelope caught his eye.
It was an overdue notice for one of his student loans.
He muttered a curse and stuffed it into a drawer.
The conversation with Vanessa's father kept echoing in his mind,

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fueling a mix of shame and anger. If he was
honest part of him suspected that if money and status
were all that mattered, maybe Vanessa would eventually look elsewhere
to find them. Past midnight, Athan found himself in the
bedroom doorway. Vanessa was in bed with the lamp on,
reading a thick file. She glanced up, annoyance flickering in

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her eyes. I can't sleep, Ethan admitted I He hesitated,
unsure if it was wise to speak his heart, but
the words came anyway. I worry you're disappointed in me.
Vanessa's face softened momentary she placed the file aside. I'm
not disappointed in you as a person, Ethan, I'm just

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frustrated with the situation. I want us both to succeed.
His shoulders sagged in a mixture of relief and residual tension. Yeah,
me too, she mustered a thin smile. Okay, then let's
try to get some rest. But there was no invitation
for him to join her under the sheets. The unspoken

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barrier remained. Ethan nodded and stepped back into the hallway,
quietly pulling the door shut. He wandered into the guest
room again and laid down. A swirl of thoughts kept
him awake. The question am I enough for her? Pounded
at his mind. Sleep never came easy that night. A
week later, Ethan was hunched over a short stack of

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case files when a brisk knock sounded at his office door.
It was eight in the morning, earlier than any client
usually showed up. He quickly straightened in his chair, calling
out come in. The door swung open, revealing a petite
young woman with curly brown hair tumbling around her shoulders.

Speaker 2 (25:06):
She held a.

Speaker 1 (25:07):
Lap hoop bag and wore a bright yellow blouse, looking
fresh and energetic. Hi there, she greeted, Are you Ethan Caldwell. Yes,
Ethan said, caught off guard, Can I help you? She
offered a broad smile. My name is Madison Parker, but
most people call me Mattie. I'm a first year lost
student at Oakwood Law. I was told you might be

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looking for an intern. Her smile faltered slightly when she
saw his puzzled expression. Doctor Tuttle recommended you. He's one
of my professors, and I mentioned I wanted real world
experience this summer, not just coffee runs at a big firm.
Ethan paused, trying to recall doctor Tuttle from his own
law school days. You spoke with Tuttle. I had him

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for civil procedure, brutal grater. Mattie grinned. Yeah, he's tough
but fair. Anyway, he said, I'd learn more by working
with a solo practitioner.

Speaker 2 (26:03):
So I'm here.

Speaker 1 (26:04):
If you have space for me, I'd love to help
out for free. Obviously, I just need the experience. Ethan blinked.
No one had told him an intern was on the way,
and he had serious doubts about whether he could mentor
any one effectively. But he also remembered how swamped he
felt with administrative tasks, and hey, free help was free help. Well,

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he said slowly, I can't offer much in the way
of salary. She stepped forward, undeterred. That's fine. I really
just need something I can put on my resume, you know,
and more importantly, I want to learn. I'm not afraid
of grunt work. Her energy was infectious. Ethan felt a
cautious enthusiasm spark inside him. All right, Mattie, I guess

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we can give it a trial run. Let me show
you around. He stood up, realizing how sparse around was
a waiting area with two chairs, a single desk cluttered
with his files and a small break area that was
basically a kettle and a mini fridge. Mattie took it
all in stride cozy, she said, optimistically, where can I

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set up my laptop? He gestured to the reception desk
that was rarely used over there if you like, I
only have one office, so it's not exactly glamorous. And
do you want kahe it's cheap instant stuff, she laughed lightly.
Instant coffee is fuel enough, thank you. As Mattie settled in,

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Ethan retreated to his office, he felt an odd sense
of relief, like maybe someone was here to share a
bit of his lonely burden. Over the next hour, he
overheard her reorganizing the file cabinet, muttering under her breath
about alphabetical order. Her presence filled the small space with
a steady hum of activity. Around midday, Mattie poked her

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head in. I took the liberty of sorting your client
records into a digital system.

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I hope that it's okay.

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I noticed everything was mostly paper based. Now you can
track them more easily. Ethan blinked, you did that in
a few hours. She shrugged a playful grin on her face.
It wasn't that hard. I just used a spreadsheet with
color coding. Also, I might have made you a quick website,
just as simple template, so potential clients can see your

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info online. He was speechless for a moment, the effort,
the initiative. He'd never had helped like this before. Thank you, Maddie,
that's amazing, She looked, genuinely pleased. I'm glad to help
in exchange. Can I ask you a million questions about
practicing law? He chuckled, sure fire away. By the time

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late afternoon rolled around, Maddie had run through a barrage
of queer as, everything from how to conduct a client
intake to the finer points of writing a demand letter.
Ethan answered as best he could, occasionally discovering he enjoyed teaching.
Something about her enthusiasm reminded him of his younger self,
back before the job market melt down and his shaken confidence.

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At six zero zero, Maddie packed up. I'll come back tomorrow.

Speaker 2 (29:13):
Is that all right?

Speaker 1 (29:14):
Absolutely, Ethan said, and meant it. They said goodbye, and
she bounded out with the same vigor she'd arrived with.
Left alone, Ethan couldn't help feeling more hopeful than he
had in weeks. That evening, Vanessa called just before Ethan
locked up. I'm actually home early tonight, she said. Want

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to grab dinner somewhere. He was startled, but quickly agreed.
They met a casual Italian place not far from their townhouse.
Over plates of pasta, Ethan recounted the day's events, describing
Mattie's arrival and the whirlwind of organization she'd brought. Vanessa listened,
but with a guarded expression. So you have an untaied
intern now, she stirred her spaghetti absently. Well, I guess

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it's good you're getting some help, even if you can't
afford to pay anyone. Ethan tried not to take offense. Yeah,
she's really proactive, he said. Feels like I might be
able to handle more cases if she keeps up this pace.
Vanessa took a sip of her wine. Just be careful,
she said quietly. Some people are all sunshine at first,

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but eventually they want something in return. He frowned. Mattie
just wants experience. She's a lost student trying to learn.
Vanessa shrugged. Sure, she set down her glass and away.
I'm glad your day was productive Her tone was neutral,
but Ethan detected a slight tension. He tried steering the

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conversation to her day, but she glossed over it with
a vague lots of documents, nothing interesting. They finished dinner
in a cordial but detached manner.

Speaker 2 (30:52):
As they headed.

Speaker 1 (30:52):
Home, he felt that old ache, even good news, somehow
wasn't bridging the gap between them. A couple of days later,
Vanessa stopped by Ethan's office unexpectedly. She had the afternoon
free and decided to see how he worked, or so
she claimed. Mattie was kneeling by a lower file drawer
organizing some documents when Vanessa stepped inside. Hi, Vanessa said, politely,

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scanning the small reception area, before her gaze landed on Mattie.
You must be the new intern. Mattie scrambled to her
feet and extended her hand. Yes, I'm Mattie Parker. It's
nice to meet you. She spoke with genuine warmth, but
Vanessa offered only a restrained smile. Vanessa Caldwell, she replied, tersely,

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ignoring the outstretched hand. Mattie slowly lowered her arm, the
smile dimming of fraction. Vanessa's eyes flicked around the cramped office.
So you're helping Ethan keep things organized, Mattie nodded, glancing
at Ethan, who'd come out of his office to greet Vanessa. Absolutely,
he's been teaching me about case's strategies, draft motions, the basics.

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It's been really informative. Vanessa gave a small laugh that
bordered on condescending. Basics. Sure, well, keep at it. She
turned to Ethan. Got a moment hun Ethan cast an
apologetic look at Maddie, who politely returned to her tasks.
He led Vanessa into his office, closing the door behind them.

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Everything okay, she crossed her arms. I just wanted to
check in, you know, see your workspace. I also might
have some news. Ethan brightened.

Speaker 2 (32:32):
News. That's great.

Speaker 1 (32:34):
Vanessa's expression remained guarded. Charles Whitmer asked me to second
chair a major corporate litigation case. It's basically a dream assignment.
I'm traveling next month for depositions. This could be huge.
That's fantastic, Ethan said, earnestly, ignoring the twist in his
gut that reminded him he'd never been offered anything like that. Congratulations,

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she managed a half smile.

Speaker 2 (33:00):
Thanks.

Speaker 1 (33:00):
Her gaze drifted to the door. So, Mattie, she's very bubbly.
Just be sure not to let her run the show.
Some interns overstep boundaries, especially if they think they can
earn credit or references. His shoulders tensed. Why the sudden concern,
She's just helping out. Vanessa shrugged again, her voice cool.

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I'm just saying keep things professional, that's all. She paused,
then glanced at her watch. I should go, I have
a meeting downtown. Ethan watched her leave, confusion roiling in
his stomach. He'd hoped a visit to his office might
give her a sense of pride or closeness, but it
felt like her main takeaway was suspicion. Her parting comment

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about keeping it professional itched at him.

Speaker 2 (33:46):
Did she not.

Speaker 1 (33:47):
Trust him around another woman? Once she was gone, he've
emerged to find Mattie busily typing on her laptop. She
offered a questioning look, and he just shrugged. Thanks for understanding,
he said, not really sure what he meant, but wanting
to acknowledge the tension. Mattie gave him a reassuring nod.
No worry's boss. Over the next few days, the presence

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of Mattie brightened the office environment. She wasn't just efficient.
She asked good questions, had a decent understanding of legal research,
and seemed to genuinely enjoy each small victory, even if
it was just successfully filing emotion, Ethan found himself smiling
more often, despite the weight of his marriage stress. At home,

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toward the end of the week, while Mattie gathered her
things to leave, she hesitated by the door. Hey, Ethan,
she said quietly, I just wanted to say thanks. Not
every attorney would give me this chance, especially when there's
no budget to pay me. I really appreciate it. Ethan
shook his head. Honestly, you've done more for me than

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I've done for you. He let out a short laugh.
I'm grateful you're here. It's been a time a few months,
and I needed the help. Mattie's eyes shone with empathy. Well,
I plan on sticking around so weak in both benefit
With that, she offered a small wave and stepped out
into the evening light. Ethan locked up. After she left.

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He lingered in the reception area for a while, the
buzz of the fluorescent overhead making him oddly content. He
wondered if telling Vanessa about Mattie's competence would reassure her
that his practice was actually going somewhere, then again, maybe
Vanessa wouldn't be thrilled by the mention of how bright
and helpful the younger woman was. Eggsing into the warm dusk,

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Ethan glanced once more at the scrabby sign above his
door that Reid called the law office in plain block letters. Maybe,
just maybe, things were about to turn a corner. He
didn't know how, and he couldn't see the bigger picture yet,
but for the first time in a long while, he
felt a spark of optimism in his chest. Megan Hayes

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sipped her iced Lotte glance around the small coffee shop
as Ethan slipped into the seat across from her. She'd
invited him for a quick afternoon meet up, vaguely saying
she had something important to discuss. The last time they spoke,
she'd referred her cousin's least dispute to him, which fortunately
was moving forward, But now her expression looked cautious. Thanks

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for coming, Megan said quietly. Sure, Ethan replied, stirring sugar
into his cappuccino. Everything okay, Megan ran a finger along
the rim of her cup. I'm not sure. Vanessa and
I had lunch earlier this week, and she just seamed off.
She paused, lips pressed tight. I don't want to cause drama, Ethan,

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but she dropped hints about being unhappy. Mentioned you two
don't see I to eye on your careers, which I knew.
But there was something else in her tone, like she
wanted to vent but stopped herself. Ethan tried to swallow
the lump in his throat. Did she she say anything
about someone else? Megan shook her head. Not exactly, but

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she kept referencing how crucial her new assignments are, how
supportive certain people at the firm have been. She even
mentioned Derrick Woodward a few times. She let out a
soft sigh. I get the vibe there quite close at
the office. He forced a wrye chuckle. They do work together.
She's probably just impressed by his success. Megan didn't look convinced.

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She leaned in voice low, listen. I love Vanessa, she's
my friend, but I also care about you, and I'm
not blind. I'm picking up signals that something might be
going on behind the scenes. Ethan exhaled slowly, a heavy
wave rolling through him. I appreciate you telling me. I'm
not sure what to do with it, though. Maybe try

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talking to her seeing if she's telling you the whole truth,
Megan offered gently. I could be totally wrong, but I
wanted you to know. He nodded, expression sammer.

Speaker 2 (38:02):
Thanks.

Speaker 1 (38:02):
They chatted a bit longer about the least dispute case,
Megan's cousins meddle, some landlord, and a few funny memories
from Vanessa's law school days, but the easy laughter never
quite reached Ethan's eyes. He felt torn. On one hand,
Vanessa had always been ambitious, often praising certain colleagues. On
the other, he couldn't shake the pang that maybe Megan's

(38:25):
instincts were right. Over the next few days, Ethan noticed
more distance at home. Vanessa either got in late or
immersed herself in work calls. Sometimes he'd catch glimpses of
her texting past midnight, phone angled away from him. He
told himself it was for her case that corporate deadlines
were harsh, but the seed of doubt had been planted.

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One evening, she mentioned a team dinner with Derreck and
some other associates. Ethan tried to keep his voice neutral
as he said, Oh, that's nice. Where are you going?
Vanessa hesitated. Pascadero is downtown, she said, naming an upscale
seafood spot where meeting clients. Then going over strategy, he

(39:08):
forced a smile. Okay, well, have fun. Meanwhile, something twisted
painfully in his gut. When she came home past midnight,
Ethan was dozing on the couch. He roused at the
sound of the front door, heart thumping. Vanessa appeared in
the living room doorway, her blouse slightly wrinkled, hair loosely
falling around her shoulders. Hey, she said, softly, sorry, it's late.

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Dinner ran long. He struggled to read her face. Was
that gilt or just fatigue? All good, he lied, I
was waiting to see if you needed anything. She shook
her head, just exhausted. I'm going to wash up and crash.

Speaker 2 (39:49):
Good night.

Speaker 1 (39:50):
He watched her walk upstairs, no mention of the dinner,
no details about who said what. The easy closeness they
once shared was replaced by at ten port hush. Ethan
found himself opening his mouth to speak, then stopping. Picking
a fight when she was tired wouldn't help Instead, he
trudged to the guest room, the ache in his chest growing.

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The next day, Ethan tried to bury himself in tasks
with Mattie. She arrived in her usual burst of energy,
wearing bright green this time. Morning Boss. I found a
sample discovery request template that might help with the landlord
tenant case, she chirped, setting down her ladde perfect, Ethan said,

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mustering a smile. Let's get started right away. They worked
steadily through the morning, drafting documents and discussing legal strategies.
At lunch, Mattie offered to grab sandwiches from a nearby cafe.
Ethan agreed, handing her some cash. When she came back,
bouncing a tray of iced teas and paper bags, Ethan

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noticed her expression was a bit unsettled. Something wrong, he asked,
taking the food. She pursed, her lips, glancing at him.
I ran into a friend of mine from law school outside,
she said, slowly, and she was talking about that big
firm in town, Baker, Norton and Vincent. She mentioned there's
a rumor about an upcoming merger or acquisition. I'm not

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sure if that's relevant, but I know your wife works there.
Yea Vanessa's at Ben and ve, Ethan said, carefully, what's
the rumor? Mattie shrugged. Apparently a couple of senior partners
are maneuvering for more power, trying to bring in high
profile deals. My friends said. Tensions are high, and a
few people suspect some side alliance's forming side alliances. Ethan echoed, frowning, well,

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thanks for the heads up. I'm not sure if it
affects me, but good to know. As she passed him
his sandwich, Mattie studied his expression. Everything okay, Ethan, you
seem a little distracted. He hesitated, uncertain how much he
wanted to share, but Mattie had become a trusted figure
in a weirdly short span marriage stuff, he finally said,

(42:06):
voice quiet, I appreciate your concern, though she gave him
a sympathetic smile. If you ever need to vent, I'm
here to listen, no pressure. He nodded, a tightness in
his throat. Thanks, Mattie. Later that week, Vanessa texted Ethan
around dinner time, saying she'd be staying at Megan Hayes's

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apartment over night because they had an early morning spin
class together downtown and it didn't make sense to drive back.
The explanation felt flimsy, but he responded with a casual OK,
be safe with the town house to himself. Ethan tried
to watch TV, but kept rewinding scenes he missed while
lost in thought. Eventually, he grabbed his car keys, deciding

(42:50):
to take a late drive and clear his mind. He
navigated quiet streets, passing dimly lit storefronts. His mind spun
in circles. If there really was it was a deeper
rift forming between him and Vanessa. Could he fix it
or was it something else, someone else? He remembered Meghan's
warning about Deryck's name popping up in conversation. The notion

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sent a hot spike of anger through him, but anger
at who Vanessa for possibly betraying him, or Derek for
stepping into a place he didn't belong, or at himself
for not being good enough in her eyes. Sighing, Ethan
pulled over by a lake on the city's edge. He
killed the engine and stared at the dark water. If
only he had definitive proof of something, but so far

(43:35):
it was just a swirl of suspicion and half lies.
Stop it, he muttered aloud, don't assume the worst. The
next morning, Ethan got a call from Megan. He answered
with a mix of hope and anxiety. Hey Megan, everything okay?
She hesitated. Vanessa stayed over. Yeah, we did that spin class,

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But Ethan, she also spent an hour on the phone
in my kitchen last night whispering. She said it was
a colleague from the firm. I could have sworn I
heard Deryck's name once or twice. Ethan's pulse pounded in
his ears. Did you ask her about it? No, I
didn't want to pry. Megan's voice was subdued. I know

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this is all speculation, but I'm worried. I hate seeing
you stressed like this. He tried to keep his tone calm.
Thanks for letting me know. After hanging up, Ethan stood
in the middle of his small office, heart racing. The
creeping sensation that Vanessa was lying grew stronger. He glanced
at the door where Mattie worked, oblivious to the storm

(44:39):
in his mind. That afternoon, Vanessa surprisingly texted him any
chance you're free for a quick coffee near your office.
Hope and fear mingled in Ethan's chest. He suggested a
cafe a couple of blocks away, Vanessa arrived in a
sharp navy blazer, hair pinned up, looking every bit the
successful young attorney. She gave a small smile, sliding into

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the seat across from him. Hey, she began softly. Just
wanted to touch base, see how you're doing. Things have
been hectic, he nodded, gripping his coffee cup so tightly
his knuckles whitened. They have you sure you're okay? You've
been distant, Vanessa averted, her gaze, fiddling with the paper.
Napkin work is insane. Charles Whitmore has been piling tasks

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on me, and Derrick's also been super involved. We're finalizing
major deals, so yeah, it's a lot. Ethan's throat felt dry.
You mentioned you stayed with Megan. Have a good time,
she shrugged. Spin class was killer good to catch up
with her. She sipped her Lotte, not meeting his eyes.

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By the way, how's your new intern? Mattie's great, Ethan said,
a hint of pride creeping in. She's reorganized everything. Vanessa
gave a brief, humorless laugh. Lucky you, at least you've
got a bright eyed assistant on hand. Ethan studied her face,
searching for jealousy or cynicism. Are you okay with that?

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She's here to learn, not cause trouble. She waved a
dismissive hand. It's fine, just don't let her expectations get
too high. Then her phone vibrated. She checked it, exhaled, Shoot,
I have to run. Derrick needs me to review a contract.

Speaker 2 (46:25):
By five.

Speaker 1 (46:26):
Ethan's pulse quickened at the mention of that name. He
forced a nod, all right, thanks for stopping by. Vanessa
stood looked as if she might say something more than
just pressed her lips in a thin line by Ethan.
She hurried off, a faint scent of her perfume trailing
behind the lone. Ethan's coffee tasted bitter. He didn't have

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solid evidence, just a swirl of signals, but each day
the tension in their marriage felt more like an approaching
thunder storm. He decided to keep his aspbicions to himself
for now, without proof. Confronting her might drive them further apart.
Yet the seed was planted. Something wasn't right, and everyone,
from Megan to his own gut told him so. This quiet,

(47:13):
knowing fear would soon pave the way for bigger truths,
but for the moment, it lingered in the background, like
a low rumble of thunder, waiting for the lightning to strike.
A buzzing fluorescent light flickered in the cramped reception area
of caldwell Law office, the only source of brightness on
an otherwise gloomy Tuesday afternoon. Mattie Parker was at the

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front desk, flipping through a stack of new inquiries, mostly
small claims and traffic tickets. She frowned slightly as she
read over them. None seemed like the big break Ethan
Caldwell had been hoping for. Ethan emerged from his office,
running a hand through his dark hair. The lines of
fatigue under his eyes looked deeper than usual. Anything good

(47:56):
come in, he asked, trying to sound upbeat. Mattie offered
a thin smile. A landlord tenant dispute, a neighbour's noise complaint,
and an inquiry about drafting a prenuptial. Not exactly thrilling,
but they'll keep the lights on, he sighed, taking the
stack to flip through. All right, let's follow up on

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the inquiry at least might be straightforward, but could pay
decently Just then, the front door swung open. A rush
of air followed a woman in her early thirties who
stepped inside with hurried confidence. She wore a tailored skirt
suit in deep burgundy and carried a sleek black handbag.
Her glossy blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders.

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Mattie set her pen down, giving a polite greeting. Ethan
looked up, eyebrows slightly raised. The woman met Ethan's gaze
and paused in the doorway, as if deciding something. Then
she offered a poised smile. Hello, are you Ethan Caldwell,
she asked, I am, Ethan replied, stepping forward. Can when

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I help you? She nodded, I certainly hope. So. I'm
Scarlet James. Her voice had a polished, almost musical quality
to it. I'm looking for a divorce attorney. It's urgent.
Ethan glanced at Mattie, who was eyeing the newcomer with
polite curiosity. Divorce cases weren't unheard of, but the urgency
in Scarlet's tone felt unusual. Sure, please come into my office,

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he said, gesturing toward the door behind him. Once inside,
Ethan offered Scarlet a seat in front of his modest desk.
The worn out office chair creaked as he settled in
a cross from her, trying to maintain professionalism despite the
clutter of files. Mattie quietly closed the door, leaving them
to talk. Scarlet set her handbag on her lap. She

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looked around, briefly, taking in the stacked folders, the outdated computer,
and the bland walls. A flicker of something, perhaps pity
or skepticism, crossed her face, but she quickly masked it
with a cordial smoke. While I need a divorce, she began,
smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her skirt. My marriage has
deteriorated beyond repair. Ethan nodded, retrieving a note ad. I'm

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sorry to hear that. Can you tell me a bit
about the situation? Scarlet inhaled slowly, her finger tips tapping
the handbag. My husband and I met in college. We
married young, too young. Maybe at first it was wonderful,
but over time we realized we had different goals. He's
become controlling, borderline emotionally abusive. She paused, her eyes glimmering

(50:36):
with unshared tears. There's a big oil and gas conference
in Houston. Soon, and he's pressuring me to play the
role of trophy wife. I just can't do it anymore.
Ethan's pen hovered over the page. The story felt a
little vague, but still plausible. Have you made any attempts
at counseling or mediation, he asked gently. Scarlet shook her head,

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a few locks of hair falling over her shoulder. No,
my husband is difficult. I'd rather hire someone competent to
handle the legal side so I can get out cleanly
and quickly. Ethan scribbled a note. I see, well, every
divorce has its complexities. We'll need to discuss finances, potential
asset division, living arrangements if there are children. No kids,

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she interrupted, her smile returning but not reaching her eyes.
We were fortunate to realize we weren't ready before complicating
things with children, got it? Ethan flipped the page. What's
your timeline? That's the issue. Scarlet leaned forward, lowering her
voice as though someone might over here. I want it

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finalized as soon as legally possible. I'm prepared to pay
a decent retainer. She reached into her handbag and pulled
out a check. She slid it across the desk, the
amount large enough that Ethan's eyes widened. He swallowed, trying
to keep his composure. This is generous, but I need
to be sure we can handle your case the right way.

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Divorce can't be expedited beyond certain statutory requirements. Still, I'll
do what I can to keep it efficient. Scarlet's expression softened,
almost contrite. I appreciate that. I'm sorry if I sound pushy.
You're the third lawyer I visited this week, the other
as well. I just didn't feel they had my best

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interests at heart. Ethan nodded, slowly, curious. All right, we
can move forward if you'd like. I'll need some details,
property info, any pre natural agreements, financial statements, of course,
Scarlet said, standing as if to leave already, I have
them at my condo. Maybe I can bring them by tomorrow.

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That works, Ethan replied, rising from his chair, Just call
or email to confirm a time. He walked Scarlet back
into the reception an area. Mattie looked up from her paperwork,
her brow furrowing slightly at the sight of Scarlet's polished confidence.
Before leaving, Scarlet gave Mattie a polite nod once the

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door closed behind her. Ethan exhaled. Well, that was interesting,
he muttered. Mattie stood, crossing her arms. No kidding, she's intense.
And that check she raised her eyebrows. You sure about this,
Ethan shrugged, carefully, tucking the check kay into a folder.
I'm not sure about anything anymore, but if she's sincere,

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it's a big payday we can't ignore. Mattie nodded, though
her eyes lingered on the door. I just hope it's
not too good to be true. Ethan drove home with
the day's tension, nodded in his shoulders. At the townhouse,
the lights were off, except for a faint glow in
the upstairs window. He stepped inside quietly, finding Vanessa in

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her bedroom, tapping away on her laptop. She glanced up,
eyebrows lifted. You t late, she remarked, a trace of
annoyance in her tone. Caught up with a new client,
Ethan said, resisting the urge to mention the sizeable retainer.
He wasn't sure if Vanessa would dismiss it or twist
it into something negative. Did you already eat? She shrugged,

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grabbed something earlier. I'm buried in briefs for a major case.
Might be pulling a late night. Ethan studied her a moment,
the old longing stirring, wanting to share his day to connect,
but her posture screamed busy. He cleared his throat, All right,
I'll heat up something quick. She nodded, already refocusing on

(54:38):
her screen. In the kitchen, he microwaved left over pasta
as it spun on the plate. He replayed Scarlet's visit
in his mind. Something about her manner, her insistence on speed,
the big retainer felt slightly off. But if there was
more to it, he couldn't yet pinnwoint what. Pushing away
the nagging doubts, he told himself, this skin might just

(55:01):
be a financial lifeline. Mattie arrived early, bouncing a cardboard
tray with two coffees and a small bag of pastries breakfast,
she announced, placing them on the reception desk. Figured we
both could use the energy. Ethan's stomach rumbled, ingratitude. You're
a life saver. He reached for a coffee, sipping appreciatively

(55:22):
any word from Scarlet. Mattie grabbed her phone. Not yet,
she said, she'd call write as if on cue. The
office phone rang Mattie answered it, pressing it to her
ear called Will Law Office. Mattie's speaking, Yes, Miss James,
sure hold on covering the mouth beasts, She murmured to Ethan,

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it's her. He nodded and took the call. In his office.
Scarlet sounded cheerful. Morning, Ethan, I have those financial documents,
but my schedule's jam packed. Any chance you can meet
me at a cafe near my place tonight, he hesitated.
Meeting a client outside the office wasn't unusual, but it
felt more intimate, all right, he said, carefully Which cafe

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she rattled off? An addressed to a trendy spot known
for live music and cocktails in the evening. They've got
a quieter corner for us to talk. See you at
seven seven, it is, he agreed, Writing it down. Bring
everything you've got hanging up, he caught Mattie's curious look
from the doorway. She wants to meet at some lounge cafe,

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he explained. Mattie shrugged. That's a bit unusual for discussing
legal documents, but not unheard of. Just be careful, Ethan,
She's very eager. I will, he promised. Venessa swung by
the office around for unannounced. Mattie was restocking printer paper
when Vanessa walked in, crisp in a charcoal gray suit.

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Her gaze swept the small reception space, as if searching
for something out of place. Is Ethan around?

Speaker 2 (56:59):
She asked.

Speaker 1 (57:00):
Mattie nodded, forcing a polite smile. He's in his office
one sick. She ducked inside and informed Ethan. Moments later,
Vanessa stood in front of his desk, arms folded. What's up,
Ethan asked, setting aside a client file. I was in
the area and thought i'd stop by. She glanced at

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him intently. Are you busy tonight? We could try that
new tie place? Ethan pursed his lips. Vanessa rarely initiated
dinner these days. I have a meeting with a new client, actually,
he tried to keep his tone neutral. At seven off site.
Her brow furrowed. You don't usually meet people off site
unless it's a big case. He studied her posture, the

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slight tension in her shoulders. It is a big case,
potentially a divorce client. Vanessa's mouth pressed into a thin line,
though she hesitated, Well, I guess i'll see you at
home later. Then, Ethan nodded, noticing an odd flicker in
Vanessa's eyes, something like worry or frustration. She left as

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abruptly as she arrived, leaving him with that familiar sense
of disconnection. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if she
was jealous of this client meeting, but dismissed it. She'd
shown more interest in her own firm dramas than his
work for months. Now. At six hundred thirty, Ethan locked
up the office. Mattie wished him luck, reminding him to

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text if anything came up. He drove downtown through moderate traffic,
eventually finding the small lounge cafe, and Nevon sign glowed overhead,
advertising Grayson's Coffee and Cocktails. Inside, low jazz music played.
The lighting was dim, casting warm shadows on the brick walls.
Scarlet sat at a corner table, hair gleaming under a

(58:49):
pendant lamp. She looked more casual now, wearing a silky
blouse and dark jeanes, yet still exuding that aura of
poised confidence.

Speaker 2 (58:58):
Ethan.

Speaker 1 (58:59):
She greeted, flashing a bright smile. I'm so glad you
could make it. He slid into the chair opposite her.
Sure you brought your documents She tapped a slim black
folder on the table.

Speaker 2 (59:11):
All in here.

Speaker 1 (59:12):
A server approached, and Scarlet gestured for Ethan to order.
He just got a sparkling water while she sipped a
lime infused cocktail. For a while, they discussed bank statements,
property assets, standard stuff, but every so often Scarlet's hand
would drift across the table, or she'd give him a
lingering look that felt out of place for a client

(59:34):
attorney relationship. At one point, while Ethan was reviewing her
credit union statements, Scarlet leaned in and said, softly, I'm
so grateful you're taking this case. It's personal and painful,
you know. He cleared his throat. I understand. That's what
I'm here for, helping you navigate it. She nodded, lips
curving in a faint smile. I sense, I can really

(59:57):
trust you. Some lawyers are so cold. Ethan's stomach twisted.
Something about this scene soft jass, a cocktail, intimate lighting
made it feel more like a date than a legal consultation.
He kept his focus on the folder, flipping pages. Once
we filed the divorce, your husband will be served. We'll

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see how he responds. If he fights, it could draw
out the process, Scarlet reached into her purse, retrieving a
business card. This is my personal cell in case you
need me quickly, day or night. He nodded politely and
slipped it into his pocket. I'll keep it on file.

Speaker 2 (01:00:36):
Thank you.

Speaker 1 (01:00:37):
By eight, they'd gone through the essential documents. Scarlet snapped
the folder closed and signaled for the check. Though Ethan
insisted she shouldn't feel obligated to treat him, she waved
off his protest with a gentle laugh. Nonsense, it's the
least I can do. They stepped out on to the sidewalk,
the distant hum of traffic merging with a jazz still

(01:00:59):
drifting from inside. Scarlet turned to him, Thanks again, Ethan,
I'm sure you'll do wonders. Her tone was to warm
her gaze to lingering. Before Ethan could respond, she stepped closer,
placing her hand lightly on his arm. He froze, momentarily
uncertain how to react. Then she slipped away, offering the

(01:01:20):
final smile as she sauntered down the block to wherever
she'd parked. Ethan stood there, heart thudding. Every lawyer takes
on tricky clients, he reasoned, But something about Scarlet, James
felt layered with secrets, and he couldn't quite shake the
sense that he'd just stepped into a bigger game than
he realized. Athan arrived at Caldwell Law office the next morning,

(01:01:42):
hoping to bury himself in routine tasks and avoid fixating
on Scarlet's strange intensity. But Mattie greeted him with a
concerned look before he could even set down his brief gaze.
You okay, she asked, shutting the door behind him. You
look rattled, he forced a half smile. Just tired, meeting

(01:02:02):
ran late. She studied him for a second. She seemed normal.
Ethan shrugged, uncertain how to answer. She gave me all
her documents, but yeah, she's intense, Maddie exhaled. All right, Well,
if it's legit, at least it'll help the firm. Let
me know if you need anything typed up, He nodded,

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pulling out Scarlet's folder. I'll be in my office. We'll
start drafting the initial petition. Around noon, while Ethan was
reviewing standard divorce paperwork, his phone buzzed a text from
an unknown number. Scarlet, Hey, Ethan, thinking about something you
said last night. Mind meeting again soon? He blinked, they

(01:02:45):
just met less than twelve hours ago. Something I said,
he muttered to himself. Setting aside the file, he quickly
typed a response, Ethan, Hi, miss James, could you clarify
what you'd like to discuss? We can schedule a follow
up at the office if needed a minute later, Scarlet,

(01:03:05):
don't be so formal, call me, Scarlet, please. I just
realized I forgot a few details about my husband's side business.
Might be easier to talk it over dinner. You choose
the spot. Ethan felt his stomach clench another dinner invitation.
He tapped out a quick reply, politely, insisting an office

(01:03:25):
meeting would be more appropriate. But Scarlet volleyed back, Scarlet,
I understand, but trust me, it's better to keep some
details off official premises. My husband can be resourceful in
tracking me. A public place is safer, he paused, rubbing
his forehead. She sounded paranoid. Was that genuine fear or apply?

(01:03:47):
After some deliberation, he conceded, Ethan understood. Let's meet at
Metro Bistro on Oak Street seven p m. Dot. Scarlet, perfect,
see you. Then Mattie knocked life lightly on the door,
poking her head in pizza for lunch. He gave a
start locking his phone. Yeah sure, she glanced at him.

(01:04:09):
Everything okay, you look tense, client texted, he explained vaguely
once another meeting tonight. Mattie's lips thinned. That's quick, all right,
I'll handle things here if you go. Ethan mumbled his thanks,
but deep down, anxiety pulsed. Scarlet was pushing boundaries, and
he wasn't sure how to keep this strictly professional without

(01:04:32):
alienating her and losing the case. Metro Bistro was a
chikh but relaxed restaurant known for local craft beers and
eclectic menu options. When Ethan arrived, he scanned the dining
area and spotted Scarlet at a small table in the back,
wearing a sleek black dress. As he approached, she offered
that signature smile. Hey, Ethan, she greeted softly, ignoring the

(01:04:56):
hostess who'd escorted him over. Hope your day was all right,
he sat, clearing his throat. Yeah, busy as usual. So
about your husband's side business. Scarlet leaned forward, swirling the
iced water in her glass. Right, I'll keep it brief.
He invested in a small tech startup that's borderline shady,

(01:05:18):
late filings, questionable finances. I'm worried it might complicate the
divorce settlement if that business blows up, or if he
tries to hide assets in it. I need to be protected.
Ethan nodded, pulling out a note. AD that's valid. Weaken
subpoena records if needed. He can't shield shared assets by

(01:05:38):
funneling them into a side company. She exhaled, tension visible
in her shoulders.

Speaker 2 (01:05:44):
Good.

Speaker 1 (01:05:44):
I just needed to hear it from you. After the
server took their orders. A salad for Ethan, a fancy
seafood dish for Scarlet, an uneasy lull settled in, Scarlet
fiddled with her napkin, her gaze drifting to Ethan. Now
and then, are you always so dedicated? She asked abruptly.
He blinked, dedicated to what your clients, meeting them outside

(01:06:08):
normal hours, being patient with all their fears. She tilted
her head, studying him. I feel like I can trust you.
It's rare I meet an attorney who's genuinely kind. Ethan shifted,
forcing a professional smile. I do my best to help
where I can. Scarlet smiled in return, a hint of

(01:06:29):
mischief in her eyes. Well, I'm grateful. They talked a
bit more about how to gather financial disclosures until the
server brought their meals. As they ate, Scarlet steered the
conversation toward personal topics. Where Ethan grew up, how he
ended up in law, what he liked to do for fun,
He answered politely, but tried to keep boundaries. Still, he

(01:06:51):
felt the subtle current of flirtation from her side. When
they finished, Scarlet insisted on paying again. This time, Ethan
firmly declined. You handled last night. Let me get this
one business expense, he joked, though inwardly he doubted he'd
even claim it. She gave in with a playful pout.
All right, but next time it's on me. Next time,

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the phrase echoed in his mind. He didn't want a
next time, not in a personal sense. He scrawled his
signature on the receipt, leaving a modest tip. They stood
to leave, Scarlet stepping close enough that Ethan caught the
scent of her perfume. Thank you, Ethan, she murmured, I
feel safer with you on my side. She held his

(01:07:36):
gaze for an extra beat before turning for the door Outside.
Night had settled over the city. Street lights glowed and
a few pedestrians strolled by. Scarlet lingered by Ethan's side,
rummaging in her purse for her keys. Shoot, she muttered,
I must have left them in the car. I parked
a block over walk with me, sure, he said, reluctantly,

(01:07:59):
telling himself it was just to ensure she got to
her car safely. They reached a dark side street. Scarlet
fumbled at the door of a sleek black sedan. Here
they are, she said, holding up the keys in triumph.
She turned to face Ethan in the dim light. Ethan,
I suddenly, her voice cut off. Her hand slid to

(01:08:19):
his shoulder. In one swift motion, she leaned in, pressing
her lips to his. The shock nearly routed Ethan to
the spot. He pulled back instantly, heart pounding Scarlet, he breathed,
voice shaking this. I'm your attorney. This is inappropriate. Her
cheeks flushed, but she looked more determined than apologetic. I'm

(01:08:41):
sorry if that was out of line. I just can't
help feeling drawn to you. She stepped closer, eyes flickering
with intensity. I've been unhappy for so long. You're the
first person who's treated me like I matter. Ethan raised
a hand, gently gripping her wrist to keep distance between them.
His thoughts spun. If anyone saw them, or if word

(01:09:03):
got out, it would destroy his credibility, never mind the
personal guilt that knifed through him, thinking of how shaky
his own marriage was. This can't happen, he said, quietly.
Our relationship is strictly professional. Scarlet exhaled frustration evident, I
get it. I just thought you might feel something too.

(01:09:24):
He stepped back, swallowing hard. I'm sorry if I gave
that impression. Let's keep this about your divorce case.

Speaker 2 (01:09:31):
Okay.

Speaker 1 (01:09:32):
She nodded, but her expression brimmed with unresolved longing. All right,
she murmured, I respect your boundaries. Still, it's nice to
be around you, Ethan. Without waiting for him to respond,
she slipped into the driver's seat and shut the door,
leaving him standing. Their Reeling from the unexpected kiss, Ethan

(01:09:52):
practically sped home, anxiety coursing through his veins. He half
expected Vanessa to be waiting up for him, but the
house was quiet and dark. The only sign of life
was a single lamp illuminating the living room. He slumped
onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. What
the hell had just happened? He recalled the softness of

(01:10:13):
Scarlet's lips, the swirl of confusion in his gut, a
mix of fear, guilt, and, if he was honest, a
flicker of temptation. Was it because his marriage with Vanessa
was on the rocks? Because he hadn't felt desired in
so long? Slamming his fist against the couch cushion, he
banished the thought. This was unethical, unprofessional. He resolved to

(01:10:34):
set clear boundaries, Yet a cold sweat chilled his skin.
If Scarlet refused to accept that boundary and spread rumors,
or if something even more manipulative was at play, his
entire career could be threatened. Miles away, Mattie's phone buzzed
with a text Ethan telling her he needed to talk
first thing in the morning. She frowned at the late

(01:10:55):
hour message, but responded that she'd be at the office early.
She could sense Ethan's distress, though she didn't know the cause. Meanwhile,
in a well pointed penthouse across town, Scarlet James sipped
a glass of red wine, a smug little smile curving
her lips. She scrolled through pictures on her phone, pausing
at a snapshot from earlier in the night. Ethan's back

(01:11:18):
was turned, but the setting was recognizable. A hint of
triumph glinted in her eyes. Ethan arrived at the office
at dawn. He paced the small reception area, occasionally checking
his phone. Mattie had texted she'd be there soon, but
the fifteen minute wait felt like hours. He replayed the
events of the previous night in his mind, stomach churning

(01:11:40):
with every memory of Scarlet's bold kiss. At last, Mattie
rushed in, a half eaten bagel in hand.

Speaker 2 (01:11:47):
Ethan. You're good.

Speaker 1 (01:11:49):
Your text's sounded urgent, he exhaled, and ushered her into
his office, shutting the door. I need to tell you
what happened last night. Mattie perched on the edge of
a chair, eyebrows knit. Okay, I'm listening. He detailed the dinner,
the side street encounter, the unwonted kiss. As he spoke,

(01:12:09):
Mattie's expression shifted from surprise to alarm. Holy crap, she breathed,
setting aside her bagel. That's not just intense, it's Ethan.
That's a huge ethical red flag. He nodded, running a
shaky hand through his hair. I know I shut it
down immediately, but I'm worried this might jeopardize everything if

(01:12:30):
she twists the narrative. Mattie leaned forward, her tone gentle
but firm. We have to be extremely cautious. You might
need to reconsider representing her, or at least keep your
distance like meat only in the office. Ethan rubbed his temples.
I told her we're strictly professional, but she's pushy. Before

(01:12:51):
they could discuss further, the phone rang. Mattie grabbed it,
then passed it to Ethan with wide eyes. It's Scarlet,
his hand tight around the receiver. Hello, he said, boys
taught Ethan high. Scarlet's tone was bright, as if nothing
awkward had occurred. Look, I'm sorry if I overstepped last night.

(01:13:12):
I realize I was emotional. I hope you aren't mad.
He swallowed hard, aware that Mattie was watching him anxiously.
I'm not mad, but we need to maintain professional boundaries,
of course, Scarlet said sweetly. I'd still like to drop
off a few more documents though his later this morning,
o K. He looked at Mattie, who mouthed, keep it

(01:13:36):
in the office, Yes, he said, flatly, come here at
ten we'll talk in my office. Great, thanks Ethan. She
hung up before he could say anything else. Mattie expelled
a breath. At least she's coming here. No more dinners, rite,
he agreed, Feeling uneasy relief, he tapped his note, ad

(01:13:58):
let's keep everything by the book from now on. At ten,
on the dot, Scarlet waltzed in. She wore a crisp
white blouse and a fitted pencil skirt, carrying a slim
leather folder under her arm. Mattie stayed in the reception area,
eyes narrowed as she greeted her. Scarlet returned the look
with a polite yet dismissive nod. In Ethan's office, Scarlet

(01:14:20):
handed over the folder, bank statements, utility bills, everything you
asked for. Sorry I didn't bring it earlier, thanks, Ethan said,
keeping his tone formal. We'll keep these on file. Scarlet
settled into the chair across from his desk, crossing her legs.
About last night, she began softly. I want to apologize again.

(01:14:42):
He held up a hand. I accept your apology, but
I must emphasize no more personal contact outside the scope
of this case. She lowered her gaze demurely understood. I
truly value your help. I won't complicate things again. Ethan
relaxed slightly. All right, let's proceed. He flipped through the documents,

(01:15:04):
checking for completeness. Scarlet watched him silently, fingers drumming the
arm of the chair. Suddenly, the office door swung open
a crack, and Mattie stuck her head in cheeks flushed Ethan,
there's a call you'll want to take. It's about some texts.
His brow furrowed.

Speaker 2 (01:15:21):
Texts.

Speaker 1 (01:15:22):
Maddie looked clearly unsettled. Yes, it's a man claiming you
need to know something about your wife. I wasn't sure
what to do. Scarlet's eyes flicked with interest at the
mention of your wife, but Ethan stood immediately. I'll be
right back in the corridor. Maddie handed him the phone,
covering the moutheasts. He sounds frantic. Ethan pressed the receiver

(01:15:46):
to his ear. Hello, this is Ethan Caldwell. A male
voice crackled on the line, trembling with urgency. Mister Caldwell,
we haven't met, but my name is Logan Reyes. I
work in the mailroom at Baker Norton and Vincent, your
wife's firm. Ethan's pulse quickened. What's going on, Logan spoke,

(01:16:07):
in a hushed tone. I overheard something I shouldn't have.
Your wife, Vanessa and Derrick Woodward. They're discussing some plan
involving you. I think it's serious. I found some text
messages on a copy of print out. You need to
see them. Ethan glanced at Mattie, who was eavesdropping, alarm
etched on her face. Text messages about what. I'm not

(01:16:31):
entirely sure, but from the pieces I read, it sounded
like they want to set you up, something about entrapment.
Logan hissed, Look, I'll send you the screenshots, but I
need your cell number. I'm risking my job by even
telling you. Adrenaline surged through Ethan's veins. He rattled off
his number, heart pounding. Okay, text me whatever you have.

(01:16:54):
We'll talk soon.

Speaker 2 (01:16:56):
He hung up.

Speaker 1 (01:16:57):
Stunned. What happened, Mattie asked, voice slow. I don't know exactly.
Ethan whispered. He claims Vanessa and Derek are plotting something
against me, something about texts and entrapment. Maddie's eyes widened.
That's insane. Are you sure it's legit? I have no idea,
he said, raising a hand through his hair. But I

(01:17:18):
need to see those screenshots. Stay close to the phone.
He hurried back into his office, where Scarlet was leaning
forward in her seat. Everything okay, she asked sweetly, though
her eyes glimmered with curiosity. Client madder. Ethan lied with
a tight smile, closing the door behind him. Let's finish up.

(01:17:39):
Scarlet resumed her controlled demeanor, flipping a lock of hair
over her shoulder. So if there's nothing else you need
from me, I'll head out, she said, though her gaze
lingered on Ethan's face, as if reading his tension. He
skimmed the new documents, forcing himself to focus. This is
sufficient for now. I'll file the p tition next week.

(01:18:01):
We can talk once the process gets rolling. Scarlet stood,
that works, thanks, Ethan, and again sorry for last night,
She paused, a calculating edge in her eyes. I'll see
myself out. After she left, Ethan slumped in his chair.
A second later, his phone buzzed. He snatched it up,

(01:18:22):
hands shaking an unknown number. The first text, a grainy image,
possibly a screenshot of a phone conversation Vanessa, Are you
sure he'll take the bait? Deryck absolutely? Once she corners him,
we'll have the proof we need. The next snippet Vanessa, good,
I won't lose half my assets to that underachiever. Let

(01:18:44):
me know as soon as she's done. Ethan's heart hammered.
She was never explicitly named, but the context implied a
woman working with Deryck and Vanessa to frame him. He
paged through more images, each partially cut off or incomplete
reference the plan get him in bed and photos or video.
He dropped the phone onto his desk, pulse roaring in

(01:19:07):
his ears. Could it be Scarlet or someone else? The
timeline matched up suspiciously, considering Scarlet's sudden appearance with that
large retainer, plus her blatant flirtations. His gut twisted, trying
to reconcile everything at once. Mattie appeared at the door.
You got them, she asked, voice hushed. Ethan nodded, numb, Ye, Vanessa,

(01:19:30):
she's plodding with Derreck to entrap me in an affair.
I think it's that client, Scarlet James, though I'm not
one hundred percent certain. Mattie's mouth fell open. That's twisted.
Are you sure Scarlet's involved? He tapped the phone's screen.
Look at the texts. The timeline fits too well. Scarlet's
romantic overtures, the big retainer, the sudden urgency for a divorce.

(01:19:55):
He exhaled, shakily. It's too coincidental. Mattie shook her head
head in disbelief. So your wife wants to frame you
for infidelity? Why just to avoid paying you alimony or something.
A wave of anger and betrayal crashed over Ethan. Probably
Vanessa has always scoffed at how I'm not pulling my weight,

(01:20:16):
And if she filed for divorce on grounds of adultery,
she might dodge a hefty settlement. As they stood there, reeling,
the phone rang again. Logan raised, calling back. Ethan picked up.
Thank you for those screenshots, he said quietly. Logan's breath
came ragged. No problem. I heard rumors that Derec and

(01:20:36):
Vanessa have something going on there, more than boss and associate,
and away I had to warn you. Ethan swallowed hard.
I appreciate it, el Ogan. This must have taken a
lot of courage, The man laughed, bitterly. I just hope
they don't figure out I was snooping.

Speaker 2 (01:20:54):
Good luck. He hung up.

Speaker 1 (01:20:56):
Ethan stared at Mattie, mind whirling with questions. Scarlet it
practically threw herself at me. Was that all part of
their plan? She might even be on their peril or
blackmailed by them somehow. Mattie's expression hardened. We need proof.
Maybe Scarlet's in over her head, or maybe she's the
master mind. But if we don't confirm it, you'll still

(01:21:18):
be at risk. He sank on to the edge of
his desk. So how do we get proof without tipping
her off? A few hours later, just as Ethan and
Mattie were closing up, the front door burst open. Scarlet
stood there, eyes red rimmed, cheeks flushed. She looked distraught. Mattie,
tensed we were just leaving, Scarlet ignored her, stepping toward Ethan.

(01:21:42):
I need to talk to you now, she said, voice wavering.
Ethan's stomach clenched. Is something wrong with your case? Scarlet
glanced at Mattie, then back at Ethan. I'd rather speak privately.
Mattie crossed her arms. I think we should all talk, actually,
she shot Ethan a warning look, and he nodded. Scarlet hesitated,

(01:22:05):
then exhaled, Fine, I can't do this anymore. I have
to confess something. The quiet in the office felt suffocating.
Outside the parking lot, lights buzzed in the twilight. Maddie
locked the door to ensure no one else wandered in.
What are you talking about, Ethan asked carefully, his pulse racing.

(01:22:26):
Scarlet clenched her fists at her sides.

Speaker 2 (01:22:28):
I'm not who you think I am.

Speaker 1 (01:22:30):
I mean, my name is Scarlet James. But the story
about my husband, it's not real. He exists, but we're
not exactly on bad terms. It's complicated. Her voice broke.
Derrick Woodward and Vanessa Caldwell approached me months ago. They
discovered I'd embezzled funds from a corporate account. They blackmailed me,

(01:22:52):
threatened to turn me in unless I helped them set
you up. Ethan's eyes went wide, even with his suspicions,
hearing the confession rocked him. So you were paid to
seduce me to gather proof of adultery, Scarlet nodded, tears brimming.
They wanted photos or at least a witness statement. I
tried to do it last night, but you pulled away.

(01:23:14):
Her voice cracked. I can't keep doing this. I hate
myself for it. Mattie let out a shaky breath. Holy,
so it's true. Derrick and Vanessa are behind everything. Yes,
Scarlet whispered. They planned it so Vanessa could file for
divorce and avoid sharing her assets. They promised I'd be

(01:23:35):
free of my legal troubles if I succeeded. But I
feel horrible, Ethan. I see you're a decent person.

Speaker 2 (01:23:42):
I can't.

Speaker 1 (01:23:43):
She bit her lip, tears streaming. I had to come clean.
Ethan's thoughts spun in frantic circles. A surge of anger, betrayal,
and odd relief welled inside him. Mattie put a comforting
hand on Scarlet's shoulder, even as she trembled with emotion.
All right, Ethan said, after a tense pause. We need details, everything, timelines, communications,

(01:24:07):
how they threatened you. Scarlet wiped her eyes. I'll tell you,
but please help me. I don't want to go to jail.
Ethan exchanged a glance with Mattie. The lines were being drawn.
He realized with a jolt he was no longer just
defending himself. He might have to fight back against Vanessa
and derreck scheme as steely resolve settled in his chest.

(01:24:31):
All right, he said, quietly, we'll figure this out together.
Mattie locked the office door, then flipped the sign to closed.
As dusk settled outside, the three of them, Ethan, Mattie,
and Scarlet occupied the small reception area. Tension hung heavy
in the air, the faint buzz of the overhead fluorescent
offering minimal comfort. Scarlet sat on the worn couch, dabbing

(01:24:55):
her eyes with a tissue. Mattie at handed over. I'll
tell you everything, she repeated, her voice still shaky. Just
please help me stay out of prison. Ethan pulled a
chair closer. Let's start with the blackmail. Dereck and Vanessa
found out about your embezzlement when she sniffled almost six
months ago. I'd siphoned money from an escrow account at

(01:25:18):
the firm to help my sister pay for expensive surgery.
I meant to repay it, but they got wind before
I could. Dereck cornered me, said if I didn't cooperate,
they'd expose me. Mattie perched on the recession desk, arms folded.
So they forced you to seduce Ethan. Scarlet nodded miserably. Yes,

(01:25:39):
Vanessa told me Ethan was her husband, but their marriage
was failing. She wanted a guaranteed path to divorce, one
that would humiliate him and keep her assets safe. My
job was to get him alone, gather proof of an affair.
She took a shaky breath. If I succeeded, Derek said
they'd bury the embezzlement evidence. Ethan's jaw clenched. Unbelievable. He muttered,

(01:26:04):
they were going to ruin me so Vanessa could skip
paying spousal support or dividing property. Scarlet lifted her gaze,
fresh tears, threatening. I tried to do what they asked,
but you never took the bait fully. The kiss was
the furthest I got, an that wasn't enough for them.
They wanted photos, or ideally a recorded encounter. Mattie grimaced.

(01:26:26):
So that's why you kept insisting on meeting outside the office,
jazz clubs, lounges, dinners, so it looked like you two
were more than attorney and client. Scarlet winced, nodding, and
I tried slipping something in your drink at the lounge,
some mild drug. Derrick gave me so you'd be more compliant,
but you left before it could take effect. She held

(01:26:48):
up her hands, voice trembling. I'm so sorry. I hated
doing this. Ethan rubbed his face, exhaustion weighing on him.
I appreciate your honesty now, but obviously we have a
huge problem. Vanessa and Derek want me destroyed, and they
have resources. You're sure you want to help me fight back,

(01:27:09):
Scarlet swallowed, yes, I can't live with myself otherwise. I'm
ready to give you all the evidence, texts, e mails,
whatever I have. Mattie's eyes flickered with sudden determination. Then
we can turn the tables on them. She looked at Ethan.
They're counting on secrecy. If we expose them first, we

(01:27:30):
take away their power. He nodded slowly.

Speaker 2 (01:27:33):
We need a.

Speaker 1 (01:27:34):
Plan, but we have to be careful. Dereck's a partner
at that firm, Vanessa might have her own connections. Scarlet
cleared her throat. Dereck's not just any partner. He's in
line for senior partnership once Charles Whitmore retires. That's a
big deal. They both have a lot to gain if
they can get rid of messy personal entanglements. A chill

(01:27:57):
snaked through Ethan's spine. And if they rea lies you've
switched sides, they might retaliate. Scarlet hugged herself. I know,
but I don't see another choice. They moved into Ethan's
office for privacy. Mattie grabbed a note that while Ethan
fired up the office computer, hooking it to a small
printer scanner. Okay, he said, drawing a steadying breath. First step,

(01:28:22):
gather every piece of proof from Scarlet, text messages, potential recordings, anything.
We'll store them securely. Scarlet fumbled in her purse, producing
a flash drive. I saved some screenshots of our text conversations. Also,
Derek emailed me instructions, sometimes short and critic but definitely incriminating.

(01:28:44):
I forwarded them to my personal email, just in case.
Ethan plugged the drive into the computer, scanning through the files.
A swirl of emotions battered him as you read fragments
of Derek's instructions. Make sure you lure him to a
private life ocation. Try spiking his drink. If he's hesitant,
then lines from Vanessa, don't forget to get a clear image.

(01:29:08):
We can't risk him calling our bluff. Mattie peered over
Ethan's shoulder, expression pale. This is brutal, She whispered, I
mean it's all right here. Scarlet dropped her gaze.

Speaker 2 (01:29:21):
I'm sorry.

Speaker 1 (01:29:22):
Ethan gently shook his head. We're not blaming you. They
strong armed you. He pulled out his phone. I have
partial text between Derek and Vanessa sent by a guy
at B and V. These files might fill in the gaps.
Mattie tapped the note. Ed so if we confronted them
right now, we'd have enough to threaten legal action or

(01:29:43):
blackmail charges. But do we want to tip our hand yet?
Ethan exhaled No. They could try to twist things, maybe
claim we forged them. They'd hide behind the firm's lawyers.
We need something bigger, more direct evidence that Derrick and
Vanessa are con inspiring. Scarlet's eyes widened. I heard them

(01:30:03):
mention a meeting soon, but I'm not sure when. They
usually text me the details last minute. Maybe if I
can get them to talk on camera, Mattie snapped her fingers.

Speaker 2 (01:30:13):
That's it.

Speaker 1 (01:30:14):
If we can catch them admitting to the scheme in
real time, we seal the deal. Her gaze turned to Ethan.
Are you comfortable setting that up. It might cross more lines,
but they're trying to frame you. Ethan swallowed, recalling how
the ethical ground had already shifted beneath his feet. I
hate the idea of entrapment, but they're literally entrapping me.

(01:30:36):
So yes, we do what we have to. Scarlet nodded, solemnly,
relief and dread mixing in her features. I can text
Derek say I'm close to securing full proof. Maybe ask
for a face to face to hand over the final
evidence that might lure him out. Maddie glanced between them.
We should do it somewhere. We can place a hidden

(01:30:57):
camera without them noticing. A hotel room, an air bn B,
something neutral, or maybe they'll invite you to a location
of their choosing. Ethan frowned. A hotel room might replicate
the scenario they want, Like I finally agreed to be
alone with Scarlet. If they show up to watch or
help set it up, they'll incriminate themselves. But we need

(01:31:20):
full video and audio coverage. Scarlet shuddered. They were big
on the idea of a hotel. That's how I was
supposed to corner you in a compromising position. Let me
suggest that in a text. Derek always salivates at the
idea of proof. Vanessa does too. Maddie scribbled notes, we
can rent a cheap suite under a friend's name. I

(01:31:43):
have a cousin who might help. Discreetly, we'll set up
small cameras. Could be done tomorrow or the next day.
Ethan squared his shoulders, a surge of grim determination fueling him.
Let's do it, but we have to be careful. If
they suspect a trap, they'll bold. Scarlet's phone buzzed, startling
them all. She glanced at the screen, color draining from

(01:32:06):
her face. It's deryck, she said, in a strangled voice.
He's asking if I have anything yet. He wants an
update a sap. Ethan inhaled slowly reply that you're very close.
That I'm meeting you tomorrow night at a hotel, and
you'll have undeniable evidence by the end of it. Mattie
stood gently, resting a hand on Scarlet's shoulder. We'll do

(01:32:29):
this step by step, and we'll be there to make
sure you're safe. With trembling fingers, Scarlet typed out the response.
As the clock neared midnight, the trio remained huddled in
Ethan's office, hashing out details they shared Pete to Maddie
had ordered, though none had much appetite. The plan was risky,
morally gray, and downright dangerous, yet each felt a surge

(01:32:53):
of purpose. Exposing Derrick and Vanessa might be the only
way to free them all from a tang web of deceit.
At one point, Mattie's gaze lingered on Ethan's drawn face.
You okay, she asked softly. This is your wife we're
talking about. He stared at the half eaten Pete's slice
on his plate, sadness etched into his features. I'm not

(01:33:17):
sure how to feel. Part of me is furious, part
of me is heartbroken. I loved Vanessa, or the version
of her I thought I knew. Mattie squeezed his arm.
We'll handle it, one step at a time. Scarlet watched
the exchange with a mix of guilt and empathy. She
cleared her throat, for what it's worth. I saw pictures

(01:33:39):
of Vanessa once Derek had some. She's beautiful, But the
things they said about you, it was cruel. You don't
deserve that. Ethan nodded, swallowing the ache in his chest. Thanks,
Let's just make sure we end this. They decided that
Scarlet would text Dereck around noon the next day, finalizing

(01:33:59):
the life location, a high end hotel suite downtown. She'd
claim that Ethan was ready to cross the line, eager
for a discreet meeting. The idea was that Derec and
possibly Vanessa would want to witness or help record it,
then Mattie and Ethan would be hidden, capturing everything on camera. Exhausted,
they parted ways. Mattie offered to give Scarlet a ride

(01:34:23):
to insure her safety. Ethan stayed behind for a moment.
Leaning against the office wall in the stillness of the night,
he let out a trembling breath. The woman he once
cherished was now his worst enemy. She wasn't just seeking
a divorce. She wanted to destroy him, labeling him an
unfaithful fraud. But ironically, it was her own betrayal and

(01:34:46):
Derrick's twisted plan that would soon face exposure. If all
went right, they'd catch them in the act of conspiring
to frame him. He locked up the office and stepped
into the silent parking lot, the moon casting pale light
across the asphalt. A dog barked in the distance. Ethan
got into his car, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. Tomorrow,

(01:35:09):
everything would shift. Tomorrow he'd take the first reel step
toward regaining control of his life. A chilly dawn light
filtered through the blinds at Caldwell Law Office. Ethan stood
by the reception desk, arms folded tight, staring at a
slip of paper in his hand. It listed the address
and sweet number of a luxury downtown hotel booked under

(01:35:32):
a false name. Mattie had called in a favor with
her cousin, who worked reservations at the high end Licender hotel.
Everything was set. Scarlet James hovered nearby, twisting her fingers.
She looked paler than usual. Are we absolutely sure this
will work? She asked, voice wavering. Ethan exchanged a look

(01:35:53):
with Mattie, who sat cross legged on the edge of
a desk. It has you, he said, quietly. We need
that undeniable proof of Deryck and Vanessa's scheming against me.
Words alone won't cut it. Mattie inhaled slowly. I spent
all night rigging those hidden cameras. They look like smartphone
chargers and a clock radio. We tested them at my place.

(01:36:16):
Video feed works from the next room. Scarlet gave a
shaky nod, so I'll text Dereck say tonight's the night.
I well finally convinced Ethan to meet me for something explicit,
and that I invited him to witness it. Ethan's gut churned,
recalling how painful it was that his own wife had
orchestrated a plan to brand him a cheater. But he

(01:36:38):
steeled himself right. They'll want to see it happen, or
at least get immediate evidence. Scarlet grabbed her phone. I'll
do it now before they suspect anything's off, she typed, swiftly,
hands trembling. After hitting send, she swallowed, God, I hope
they fall for it. Mattie hopped down from the desk.

(01:36:59):
Let's fight Alli's positions. I'll be posing as housekeeping staff,
like we planned. I'll slip into the suite under the
guise of turn down service right before they arrive. Meanwhile,
I'll stay in an adjoining suite, monitoring the live feet,
Ethan said, raking a hand through his hair. Scarlet, You'll
be in the main suite, acting normal, waiting for them.

(01:37:21):
Scarlet's lips twitched into a grim half smile, pretending to
seduce a man who won't actually be there. Ethan allowed
himself a small nod. Exactly, I'll slip out of sight
or never appear at all. The real target is Deryck
and Vanessa if she comes along. The phone buzzed. Scarlet

(01:37:41):
glanced at it. Derek SSS perfect. Vanessa and I will
be there at eight p m. Let us know the
room number and make sure Caldwell shows up, she exhaled, sharply.
They both planned to come. This is bigger than I expected.
Mattie pressed her lips together.

Speaker 2 (01:37:59):
It'll be okay.

Speaker 1 (01:38:00):
We'd just follow the plan, no improvising unless absolutely necessary.
Ethan clutched the slip of paper with the hotel details.
Then let's make tonight count by five zero zero. Mattie's cousin, Reggie,
had confirmed the suite was ready. Reggie was the night
manager at the Lysander Hotel, and he'd promised discreet assistance,

(01:38:22):
no questions asked. Trusting Mattie's assurance that it was just
an important investigative matter, she promised him a favor in return,
though she wouldn't say what. They gathered in a small
break area near the office's back door. Going through a
quick rundown. Scarlett would arrive at seven thirty p m.
Wearing a suggestive outfit to sell the illusion that she'd

(01:38:44):
invited Ethan for rendezvous. She'd wait inside, phone in hand,
ready to text Derek the sweet number at the last minute.
Mattie would arrive separately, dressed in a crisp houseteeping uniform.
Reggie provided she'd carry a laundry cart outfitted with hidden
compartments for her phone. She'd slip into the suite around
seven forty PM per tend to do turn down service

(01:39:06):
and position the cameras if anything needed adjusting. Ethan would
drive there early, check into the adjacent suite around seven
fifteen PM. He'd watch the camera feeds from a lapthop
one steric and Vanessa stepped in. The devices would capture
their confessions in real time. The tension in the air
was palpable. Ethan's mind flickered with worst case scenarios. What

(01:39:30):
if Derek suspected a set up? What if Vanessa recognized
Mattie or discovered the camera, But the risk was worth
it to expose their betrayal. Seven fifteen PM at the
Lycender Hotel. Ethan slid the magnetic key card into the
lock of Sweet one thousand, four hundred twenty five, the
so called adjoining room. He stepped inside. Flush carpeting muffled

(01:39:52):
his footsteps. A small table near the window held a
lamp and a bowl of fruit, courtesy of the hotel.
He set his life lapp on the table and exhaled shakily.
From here, he had no direct view into Sweet one thousand,
four hundred twenty seven, but the hidden cameras, covertly placed
behind a decorative vase and inside a full phone charter,

(01:40:12):
would broadcast everything to his screen. He switched on his
lap pop, connecting to the secure local Wi Fi. A
flicker of relief warmed him when two separate video feeds
popped up h showing a vantage point of the main suite,
one capturing the living area near the bed, and the
other angled at the door leading to the bathroom. Knock, knock,

(01:40:33):
Ethan jumped. He tiptoed to the door, opening at a crack.
Mattie stood there, clad in a white housekeeping uniform, hair
tucked under a neat cap, A large rolling cart full
of folded towels and linen stood behind her, all set,
she whispered, stepping into the room momentarily as ready as
I can be, Ethan replied, heart thudding. She gave a

(01:40:56):
curt nod. Scarlet texted me she's on the way up
to one thousand, four hundred twenty seven. Now I'll wait
in the hallway for a minute, then knock on her door,
pretending I'm here for turn down. She lowered her gaze,
a mix of nerves and determination in her expression.

Speaker 2 (01:41:13):
Don't worry, We'll get them.

Speaker 1 (01:41:16):
Ethan offered a tense smile. Thank you, Mattie for all
of this. She squeezed his hand briefly. We're in this together.
Then she slipped back out the cart's wheels, squeaking on
the thick carpet. Ethan locked the door behind her, returning
to the lap hop. The first camera feed showed the
empty living area of Sweet one thousand, four hundred twenty seven,

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a glossy coffee table, a plush couch, and a large
TV mounted on the wall. The second feed caught a
corner of the bed, neatly made with crisp white linens.
The minutes felt endless as he waited for Scarlet to
appear on screen. Seven thirty p m. Scarlet arrives finally movement.
The sweet door to one thousand, four one hundred twenty

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seven swung open, revealing Scarlet in a dark wrap dress.
She closed the door behind her, scanning the room with
anxious eyes. Ethan watched her on the feed, wishing he
could reassure her. She checked her phone, then placed it
on the glass coffee table.

Speaker 2 (01:42:16):
On camera.

Speaker 1 (01:42:17):
Scarlet walked around, examining the corners of the room, no
doubt looking for the disguised devices. She'd already been briefed
on where Maddie had set them up, but she still
looked uneasy. After a moment, she exhaled, sinking onto the couch.
Ethan's phone buzzed. Scarlet text, I'm here. Let's hope they

(01:42:38):
buy it, sending Derek the room number now. He typed
back a quick acknowledgment, Then flicking his gaze to the
second feed, he saw the bathroom door.

Speaker 2 (01:42:48):
No movement.

Speaker 1 (01:42:49):
So far, so good. Seven forty p m. Maddie's roll.
A gentle knock sounded in the video's audio. Scarlet rose
and opened the door, Maddie and pushing a laundry cart.
She bobbed a quick nod, putting on a show for
any potential watchers in the hallway. Scarlet walked around, giving

(01:43:09):
Mattie space. Mattie pulled fresh towels from the cart, pretended
to swap them with the ones in the sweet's bathroom,
then adjusted a pillow on the bed. Suddenly she nudged
the camera charger into a better vantage point on the
side table. Ethan felt a rush of gratitude. He could
see more of the bed area now. Scarlet handed Mattie's

(01:43:30):
small tip. Mattie curtseyed lightly, glancing to be sure the
cameras were properly oriented. Then she rolled her cart out
of sight. Ethan watched the feed with bated breath as
Scarlet texted, Scarlet, there on their way. Just told them
one thousand, four hundred twenty seven. Vanessa is definitely coming.
To Ethan's heart pounded the betrayal cut deeper. Seeing how

(01:43:54):
actively Vanessa was cooperating in the final blow, he clenched
his jaw, forcing composure. Soon the real confrontation would happen.
Eight p m Deryck and Vanessa arrive in the video
feed from the living room camera. Scarlet paste checking her
phone every few seconds. A faint click indicated the door

(01:44:14):
to one thousand, four hundred twenty seven unlocking. She scurried back,
adjusting her dress to appear more alluring. The door opened wide.
Derrick Woodward stepped in first, glancing around. He wore a
sharp tailored suit, though a noticeable tension lined his jaw.
Right behind him came Vanessa Caldwell, Athan's wife, wearing the

(01:44:35):
sleek blouse and pencil skirt. She radiated cold confidence. Seeing
her face on the live feed made Ethan's stomach twist.
Scarlet offered a playful smile, though her nervousness was apparent.
To Ethan, you made it, she said softly. Vanessa closed
the door behind them, dropping her purse on the coffee table.

(01:44:55):
Of course we did, she replied, scanning the suite, where's Ethan?
Scarlet shrugged, Not here yet, he said he'd text when
he's on his way. Ethan bit the inside of his cheek.
Relieved that Scarlet had a quick answer, he kept his
eyes on the screen. Seeing Dereck glance around suspiciously nice room,

(01:45:16):
Dereck remarked, loosening his tie, So you're sure tonight's the
night you'll get him into a compromising position, Scarlet exhaled,
summoning a coy grin. Yes, he finally caved, said he's
sick of playing nice in a failing marriage. He wants
some excitement. I promised we'd have the place to ourselves.

(01:45:37):
She gestured around. He thinks I'm here alone. You too
need to hide, maybe in the bathroom until I lure
him into bed, or at least you know, get things going.
Vanessa's lips curved in a tight smile.

Speaker 2 (01:45:51):
Perfect.

Speaker 1 (01:45:51):
We'll record it, share the proof with my attorney, and
that we'll ensure I can end this marriage with no
payout for Ethan, shelf under her breath. He's been a
dead wait for too long. Ethan's vision blurred with anger
and betrayal. Even though he'd known hearing it stung deeper
than he imagined. He forced himself to watch as Dereck

(01:46:12):
pulled out his phone. I've got my phone camera ready,
Derek said, opening a video app. Vanessa, did you bring
the other gear? Vanessa nodded. Rummaging in her purse, she
withdrew a small digital camera and a USB stick. I'll
see if I can set this up somewhere discreet, She
moved around the room, scanning for surfaces, eventually aiming the

(01:46:35):
camera near a lamp. She had no idea she was
being captured from multiple angles, ironically filming herself setting up
hidden evidence. Scarlet pretended to check her phone. He says
he'll be here in five. She lied, you too need
to hide so he doesn't suspect a thing. Derek gave
Vanessa a significant look. Let's head for the bathroom. We'll

(01:46:58):
keep the door crack. Vanessa nodded, text us when he arrives,
so weak in film. Before following Derek, she cast a
final glance around the suite. The camera feed showed her
eyes flicking to the bed, the side table, then the couch.
Ethan's heart hammered. Did she notice the disguised camera, but
she moved on, stepping through the bathroom door, leaving it

(01:47:22):
open a sliver. Scarlet took a shaky breath. Once they vanished,
she flashed a quick, worried look at the camera charger device.
Then she typed a text to Ethan. Scarlet there hiding
in the bathroom with cameras hurry. Ethan clenched his fists,
adrenaline surging. This was it he typed back, Ethan, I

(01:47:43):
won't come in, but we'll capture their confession. Once we
have enough, I'll signal you. Then Mattie and I will
confront them from next door. For a solid two minutes,
Ethan watched the feed in silence. Vanessa and Derek remained
just out of view, present umably hunched near the bathroom. Occasionally,
muffled whispers could be heard, too low to make out.

(01:48:06):
Scarlet sat on the bed, biting her lip. Phone in hand.
Ethan hated how she'd been blackmailed into this, but if
everything worked, they'd expose the entire plan. He flicked to
the second camera feed, a partial angle of the bathroom door.
Through the crack, he glimpsed Derrick's polished shoes and a
slice of Vanessa's silhouette. He heard Derreck mutter he'd better show.

(01:48:28):
Vanessa's voice responded quietly, he will, and then I'll finally
be free. The words cut like a knife. Ethan's throat constricted.
Despite everything, some part of him still felt a pang
of sorrow for the love he once had, but that
love had turned toxic, twisted by greed and betrayal. Suddenly,

(01:48:49):
Vanessa's phone rang she mumbled a curse, stepping out from
behind the door to check it on camera. Ethan saw
her frown. He says he's parking, she told Deryck, raising
her voice so Scarlet could hear. We'll give him a
few minutes. When we hear him in the hallway, we'll
hide again. Scarlet nodded obediently, while Ethan tensed in the

(01:49:10):
next suite, trying to guess how to push them into
a full confession. He needed them to speak plainly about
framing him about the blackmail with Scarlet. So far, they'd
revealed a lot, but not the entire scheme. He tapped
a quick message to Scarlet, Athan, try to get them
to talk about forcing you into this mention how they

(01:49:31):
threatened you. We need that on tape on the feed.
Scarlet pulled her phone from her lap, read it, then
cleared her throat. Hey Vanessa. Vanessa took a step away
from the bathroom, looking impatient. What Scarlet feigned a timid look.
You you swear you'll keep your promise right, that you
won't let the firm or the copse charge me for

(01:49:52):
my you know, my past mistake. Vanessa's jaw tightened, of course,
as soon as we get the footage of Ethan cheating,
Derek will bury your embezzlement record. No one will suspect
a thing. Scarlet's shoulders drooped in relief, so I won't
go to jail. Vanessa rolled her eyes. That's the deal.

(01:50:13):
Remember she shot a glance at Derek in the bathroom doorway.
Let's just finalize this. The second we have proof of
Ethan hooking up with you, You're off the hook. Derek
chimed in, phone poised in hand. You understand it has
to be unmistakable kissing or more. We can't risk him
squirming out of it. Ethan almost forgot to breathe. They

(01:50:36):
just admitted to blackmailing Scarlet plus setting him up. It
was on tape. That was all he needed. He texted Scarlet,
we have enough signals.

Speaker 2 (01:50:45):
With a cough.

Speaker 1 (01:50:46):
The camera feed showed Scarlet rising from the bed. She
coughed loudly, a staged sound on cue. Ethan felt a
jolt of fear and resolve.

Speaker 2 (01:50:56):
It was time.

Speaker 1 (01:50:57):
Maddie stood just outside Ethan, waiting for the go ahead.
Ethan grabbed his phone and typed Ethan to Mattie.

Speaker 2 (01:51:05):
Now.

Speaker 1 (01:51:05):
He flicked to the feed through the camera. He saw
Vanessa frieze at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.
She mumbled that might be him. Scarlet shifted, stalling. Then
Mattie's voice rang out from the corridor housekeeping, Sorry to
bother you. She turned the doorknob without waiting for permission.
Vanessa's eyes went wide, and Derek shoved the bathroom door open,

(01:51:29):
Confusion etched on his face. Mattie stepped inside, face set
in grim determination. Pardon me, she said, in a tense,
professional tone. I need to check something. The shock on
Vanessa's face was palpable. What are you doing? We didn't
call housekeeping at that moment. Ethan burst in from behind Mattie.

(01:51:50):
His heart hammered, but adrenaline propelled him derec and Vanessa
gaped at him, realizing too late they'd walked into a trap.
Scarlet stood off to the side, trembling but resolute. Ethan's
gaze flicked to Vanessa. Surprised to see me, she recovered quickly,
a mask of anger crossing her face.

Speaker 2 (01:52:10):
What is this?

Speaker 1 (01:52:11):
You were supposed to Derek cut her off, pointing at Mattie.
Who are you? You're not a real housekeeper, are you?
Mattie set the laundry cart aside. Nope, she said icily,
but you're in a real mess. A tense hush fell
over the room. The hidden cameras continued rolling, capturing every second.

(01:52:32):
Ethan clenched his fists, eyes locked on his wife's stunned expression.
You tried to destroy me, he said, voice low. Now,
let's see how that works out for you. Mattie kept
a firm grip on her phone in her apron pocket,
making sure the recording app was still rolling as back
up on the feed from the hidden cameras. The entire

(01:52:53):
confrontation was also being captured, but she wasn't taking any chances.
Across the suite, now, Essa Caldwell stood near the couch,
her cheeks flushed. Dereck woodward, his tie askew, looked between
Ethan and Scarlet, a mix of fury and dawning fear
on his face. Scarlet hovered by the bed, gaze flicking

(01:53:14):
from Deryck to Vanessa. Though her hands trembled, she squared
her shoulders, seemingly determined to see this through. Ethan took
a slow step forward, his voice trembling with contained anger.
I know everything, the blackmail the plan to frame me.
We caught every word you said just now. Vanessa's eyes blazed,
caught what do you mean? Before she could finish, Mattie

(01:53:37):
pulled out a small remote from her apron. Clicking a button,
the TV on the wall flickered to life, revealing a
split screen feed. One angle from behind the vase near
the coffee table, another from the disguised phone charger on
the bed stand. Both showed the exact scene in real time. Deryck, Vanessa, Scarlet,

(01:53:58):
and now Ethan and Mattie Stille in the middle. Vanessa
let out a strangled gasp. Dereck's face paled you you
set this up, he stammered, eyes wide. You can't do that.

Speaker 2 (01:54:10):
It's illegal.

Speaker 1 (01:54:11):
Mattie's voice was calm, lethal. It's perfectly legal for us
to record in a room we rented. You too, are
the ones trespassing for the purpose of committing fraud, She
gestured to the corners of the TV feed. We have
your confessions, your explicit instructions to Scarlet, everything. Vanessa recovered,
some of her composure, crossing her arms. You can't prove anything.

(01:54:35):
Scarlet was the one who approached Ethan, and then this
is entrapment, Scarlet interjected, her voice shaky but resolute. No,
you blackmailed me into seducing Ethan. I'm done lying for you.
She fished a flash drive from her purse and held
it up. I have text messages and emails from Derreck
ordering me to drug Ethan a few resisted, and recordings

(01:54:59):
of you telling me you'd bury my embezzlement if I
got the incriminating footage. We just captured your final admissions
on camera. Derek whipped around to face Vanessa, frustration and panic,
twisting his features. This can't be happening, he hissed. Vanessa's
gaze flicked to Ethan, then to the turned on TV,
Scanning the video feed that continued to roll. She glared Ethan,

(01:55:23):
you don't be naive. You can't possibly want to show
this to anyone. It'll little ruin your reputation too, right,
people might think you were actually having an affair. Ethan
let out a bitter laugh, sorrow and anger mingling in
his eyes. Better that than losing everything to your manipulative scheme.

Speaker 2 (01:55:42):
But guess what.

Speaker 1 (01:55:44):
My reputation isn't on the line here, yours is. The
footage reveals you conspired to frame your own husband. Derek
stepped forward, ignoring the cameras as he tried to project authority. Look,
let's be reasonable, he said, voice tight. We can negotiate
where all attorneys here, Let's not drag this out. He

(01:56:05):
glanced at Maddie or Paraleagles, interns, or whoever you are.
Mattie lifted her chin. I'm a law in turn, and you,
mister Woodward, might find your partnership prospects in serious jeopardy
after your boss sees this. She nodded toward the live feed.
Conspiring against an innocent man, blackmail, attempted entrapment, None of

(01:56:27):
this will look good. Vanessa's eyes narrowed. You're not innocent, Ethan.
You've been a failure from the start. You cost me
years of my life supporting you while you've floundered in
that cheap law office. Don't you dare play victim. Ethan's
chest tightened. Even now she hurled insults, refusing to acknowledge

(01:56:48):
her wrongdoing, He forced his voice to remain steady. Your
contempt for me doesn't justify a criminal conspiracy. Scarlet's phone buzzed.
She glanced at it, then whispered to Mattie. It's your
friend Reggie, just checking that everything's okay. I'll text him
we're fine. Mattie nodded, stepping sideways so she was near

(01:57:10):
the sweet store, effectively blocking it from Deryck or Vanessa's exit.
They weren't physically restraining them, just making it clear no
one would leave without a reckoning. Ethan pressed a button
on his lap hop connected to the hotel's TV. The
footage rerewound slightly and played back a snippet from a
few minutes earlier, Derrick's voice stating they needed a mistakable

(01:57:31):
proof of Ethan hooking up with Scarlet and Vanessa confirming
the promise to hide Scarlet's embezzlement. The real time camera
feed continued in the lower corner, showing all of them
in the sweet right now. Vanessa's face darkened as she
heard her own words repeated she was trapped. Deryck jaw clenched,
ran a hand over his face. All right, he said,

(01:57:54):
swallowing thickly. How about we talk terms. Mattie bristled. We're
not negotiated away a crime. You threatened a woman with
jail to coerce her into framing Ethan, and you plan
to commit fraud in a divorce proceeding. That's serious. Vanessa
forced a smile that lacked warmth. Let's not pretend we're
all saints. We can bury each other if we want to,

(01:58:17):
but it's better we come to an agreement. Derek still
has influence at Baker, Norton and Vincent and I sop.
Ethan's voice cut through the tension. I don't want a
worthless deal.

Speaker 2 (01:58:29):
I want justice.

Speaker 1 (01:58:31):
I want your bosses to see exactly how you operate. Derek,
you think you'll survive if this hits the boardroom. A
flicker of fear crossed Dereck's eyes. No one will see
it if we settle this quietly. He forced a grin.
You want money, fine, we'll pay you more than you'd
have gotten in a normal divorce. Just destroy the footage.

(01:58:52):
Vanessa nodded, seizing on that. Yes, we'll transfer assets, pay
you anything. You can keep your little practice afloat with
the settlement. Just keep your mouth shut. A swirl of
conflicting emotions gripped Ethan. Part of him yearned for the
security of a large payout, but the memory of Vanessa's betrayal,

(01:59:13):
her contempt, and the lynx she'd gun to crush him
churned like acid. He glanced at Mattie and Scarlet, seeing
how they also waited for his decision. In a cold,
measured tone, Ethan said, I have a better idea. You're
going to do exactly what I demand, or I show
everything to Charles Whitmore, the managing partner at Ben and

(01:59:33):
Ve you'll never work in this town again. Vanessa tensed
you wouldn't watch me. Ethan retorted, I'll let him decide
whether the firm wants to keep a partner or an
associate who commit blackmail and fraud. At that moment, Deryck's
phone buzzed. He answered it, stepping aside Ethan, Mattie and
Scarlet shared a wary look. Vanessa paced near the couch.

(01:59:57):
The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Derec hung up after a hushed conversation. Color drained from
his face. That was the firm, something about an internal
rumor that a staff member overheard we do this. His
glare shifted to Scarlet. Did you tip them off further?
Scarlet shook her head vehemently. I only told Ethan and Mattie,

(02:00:21):
I swear. Ethan exchanged a glance with Mattie. Maybe it
was that mail room contact, Logan Rayes, who at first
alerted them word might be spreading around Ben and V's corridors,
that something big was brewing. Vanessa set her jaw. So
we're unborrowed time. Charles Whitmore is probably hearing whispers. Fine,

(02:00:41):
She turned to Ethan with a sneer. Let's cut to
the chase. You want me out of your life, I
assume let's finalize the divorce. You can have half my assets,
just don't ruin my career. Ethan's stomach churned, but he
forced an impassive expression. Half your assets was But you'd
owe me legally anyway. If you'd just divorced without all

(02:01:04):
these crimes, that's no longer enough. Vanessa's fury flared. You
can't demand the moon. Derrick, trying to salvage control, raised
his hands. We'll give you more than half. We'll protect
you financially. You get a handsome settlement, and no one
has to see these recordings. Ethan stared at the man

(02:01:24):
who'd been his wife's ally in betrayal. If you think
this is just about money, you're deluded. He looked back
to Vanessa You should have just divorced me without stooping
to sabotage, but you chose to destroy me. Now you
face the consequences. Scarlet suddenly stepped forward, tears glistening. You
ruined my life too, she told Vanessa and Deryck, voice trembling.

(02:01:48):
I was desperate. I stole that money to save my
sister's life. I know it was wrong, but you used
it to blackmail me into your twisted plan. I want
you both to pay for that. Vanessa gave a dismissive snort,
as though Scarlet's plight meant little Derek looked uneasy, glancing away.
The callousness struck Ethan anew these two had no remorse.

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Mattie folded her arms, standing in solidarity beside Scarlet. We
have everything on video, Ethan, I think we have enough.
Let's go to whitmar let him see how his rising
stars operate. Vanessa paled at Mattie's calm assertion. Wait, she said, quickly,
looking at Ethan. If you do that, I'll be fired

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and Derek will be forced out.

Speaker 2 (02:02:34):
Is that what you really want?

Speaker 1 (02:02:36):
Ethan studied her features, remembering the early days of their marriage,
the nights they spent dreaming about successful careers. Now it
was all ashes. You gave me no choice, he said quietly.
You're still my wife. I didn't want a war, but
you started one. Vanessa looked away, tears of anger welling
in her eyes. She didn't speak further. Derek adjusted, stepping

(02:03:01):
toward the door. Look, maybe we need a day or
two to discuss terms. Let's not do anything rash tonight.
Ethan's voice snapped like a whip. Oh you want more
time to cover your tracks. No, we're done. I'm calling
Charles whit More, first thing tomorrow. Mattie moved aside, letting
Dereck and Vanessa pass if they chose. Scarlet hovered near

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the dresser, arms wrapped around herself, as if unsure what
came next. Vanessa paused at the threshold, turning to face Ethan.
You'll regret this, I promise you. Ethan met her gaze,
heartbreak flickering in his eyes. The only thing I regret
is trusting you. He gave a grim nod to Maddie,
who ended the TV feed with the press of a

(02:03:46):
remote button. Without another word. Dereck and Vanessa bolted from
the suite, presumably to regroup and figure out how to
mitigate the disaster. Scarlet sank on to the bed, tears
finally flowing. Mattie guided her gently to stay and handing
her tissues, Ethan locked the door behind them, a swirl
of triumph and anguish roiling in his chest. The footage

(02:04:08):
was secure, the admissions explicit. Step one was complete. He
had the proof of their infidelity and conspiracy. Now step
two would be confronting the real power at Baker Norton
and Vincent Charles Whitmore. Though a part of him wanted
to collapse from emotional exhaustion, Ethan forced himself to remain focused.

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Maddie Scarlet, he said, voice steadying, we'll meet at the
office first thing tomorrow. Then we'll go see Whitmore. Scarlet
wiped her eyes. Will you keep me safe from charges?
Ethan nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. As
long as you testify to everything, will ensure the blame
lands on Deryck and Vanessa. They forced your hand. She nodded, shakily,

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relief flashing across her tear streaked face. Maddie exhaled, We
did it. Now, we just have to finish it. Ethan
turned off the overhead light in the suite, grabbing the cameras.
Indeed they'd done it, Yet a hollow ache filled him,
realizing that the wife he once loved was now his
most dangerous enemy. The path forward was set, exposing them

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to Whitmore for final justice, and the price might be
higher than he ever imagined. A gray morning sky hung
over the skyline as Ethan drove downtown, Mattie in the
passenger seat, a folder of printouts clutched in her hands.
The streets bustled with commuters, but inside the car, an
anxious silence reigned. Scarlet followed in her own vehicle, intending

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to meet them in the lobby of Baker, Norton and Vincent.
None of them had slept much. Ethan felt the weight
of the day pressing on his shoulders. Today he'd confront
the firm's managing partner, Charles Whitmore, with evidence of Deryck
and Vanessa's conspiracy.

Speaker 2 (02:05:53):
Are you okay?

Speaker 1 (02:05:54):
Mattie finally asked, voice, gentle, I can't imagine how this
must feel, confronting your wife's boss tearing down her career.
Ethan forced a small bitter smile. She tore it down herself.
I'm just revealing the truth. The words felt hollow, but
he needed to believe them. He parked in a garage
adjacent to a gleaming high rise. V nnv's name was

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etched in tall, sleek letters above the main lobby entrance.
Mattie slipped out, smoothing her blazer. Ethan grabbed the folder
from her, Scanning the contents one more time. Printed screenshots
of text messages, plus a few stills from the hidden
camera video, enough to prove blackmail and intent to commit fraud.

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Scarlet waited near the revolving doors. Her posture radiated nerves,
arms crossed, shoulders hunched together. The three of them stepped
into the polished marble lobby, ignoring the curious glances from
passers by. A uniformed desk attendant greeted them, but Ethan
simply said, we have an appointment with Charles Whitmar. His

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voice carried a calm authority that belied the knot in
his stomach. The attendant, clearly accustomed to high stakes visitors,
picked up a phone, murmured, then nodded, He's on the
twentieth floor. Go straight up. He'll have someone meet you
by the elevator. They rode up in silence, the elevator's
mirrored walls reflecting their tense expressions. Scarlet fiddled with her hair,

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Mattie clutched her phone, and Ethan kept a white knuckled
grip on the folder. At the twentieth floor, the door
slid open, revealing a wide corridor with frosted glass doors
labeled Baker, Norton and Vincent LLPU Executive offices. A young
in turn approached, looking a bit flustered. Mister Whitmore is
expecting you in the boardroom, she said, Guiding them down

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a hallway, Ethan exchanged a glance with Maddie. Whitmore must
have heard enough rumors to anticipate their arrival. That might
work in their favor. Or it could mean Whitmore was
prepared to defend Derrick and Vanessa. Either way, there was
no turning back. The boardroom was massive, a long, gleaming
table surrounded by plush chairs, abstract artwork on the walls.

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At the far and stood Charles Whitmore, a tall, silver
haired man in a tailored suit. His piercing gray eyes
scanned Ethan, Mattie, and Scarlet as they entered. To Whitmore's
right stood a smaller man in rimless glasses, likely an
associate or a personal aid. On the table lay a
stack of documents, presumably Ben and V's own intel about

(02:08:31):
this fiasco. Whitmore gestured for them to sit. He did
not offer pleasantries. Mister Caldwell, I understand you've brought some
serious allegations against two of my firm's attorneys. Ethan set
the folder on the table, heart pounding yes, mister Whitmore,
I have undeniable evidence that Derrick Woodward and Vanessa Caldwell

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conspired to blackmail Miss James and frame me for adultery.
They aimed to manipulate divorce proceedings and mitt fraud. Whitmore's
expression remained unreadable. I see, he glanced at Maddie and Scarlet,
and you both are direct witnesses. Mattie gave a crisp nod.

Speaker 2 (02:09:10):
Yes, sir.

Speaker 1 (02:09:11):
I'm Ethan's in turn, and I helped gather evidence Miss
James was coerced into participating in Deryck and Vanessa's scheme.
She's here to testify. Scarlet swallowed, hands clenched in her lap.
They forced me to do it. Under threat of exposing
my embezzlement. I was desperate. Her voice trembled, but I'm

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not proud of what I did. Whitmore's aid took notes rapidly,
ies darting between them. The managing partner leaned forward, stapling
his fingers. I've heard rumors, but let's see what you have.
He gestured to the folder. Ethan flipped it open, spreading
out the screenshots of texts, Deryck's instructions, Vanessa's messages, mocking

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Ethan references to blackmailing Scarlet. Then stills from the hidden
camera footage Deryck and Vanessa in the hotel suite discussing
the plan with Scarlet. Whitmore's gaze flickered with something akin
to dismay. If these are genuine, they paint a damning picture.
He lifted one of the stills, Vanessa near the bed,

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phone in hand, obviously mid speech. This is from a video,
I assume. Ethan nodded, Yes, we have the full recordings
on a secure drive. Whitmore let out a slow breath,
and you intend to use this evidence how Maddie spoke up.
We believe it warrants immediate disciplinary action, firing at minimum.

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They have broken multiple state bar rules, engaged in criminal conspiracy,
and endangered the firm's reputation. Whitmore glanced at his aid,
who nodded solemnly. Then he gave Ethan a piercing look,
mister Caldwell, how do you want to proceed? Typically such
matters might go through an internal committee, or we'd contact

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law enforcement if needed. Ethan steadied his food. I'm prepared
to go public with it, submit it to the Bar Association,
file charges with the DAW. I also intend to use
it in my divorce, obviously, but before that, I wanted
to give your firm a chance to handle it internally.
The silver haired managing partner's lips pressed into a thin line.

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He rose, pacing behind his chair, scanning the city skyline
through the floor to ceiling windows. Dereck was in line
for senior partnership. Vanessa Caldwell was a rising associate with
strong performance reviews. His voice carried a hint of regret.
This is catastrophic, Maddie, didn't let sympathy creep in. They

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brought it on themselves, she said quietly. Whitmore turned, fixing
Ethan with a level stare. What exactly do you want
from me, mister Caldwell. Ethan inhaled slowly. For starters, Vanessa
and Derek must face immediate consequences firing with cause, no
severignce package, no hush hush handshake. They should not walk

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away unscathed. Scarlet nodded in agreement, wiping away a tear.
Whitmore nodded grimly. I expected as much. He hesitated, then added,
what about miss james is liability? You mentioned embezzlement. Scarlet's
breath caught. Ethan answered, she repaid the funds Derrick and
Vanessa were using it as leverage. She'll cooperate fully with

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any lawful process, but we ask that your firm not
press charges or attempt to scapegoat her, given her coerced involvement.
The managing partner's jaw tightened. I'll consider it. If the
money is indeed repaid and no client was harmed, we
may keep it in house. But I'm not guaranteeing immunity yet.
Scarlet swallowed. I understand, she whispered. Ethan cleared his throat.

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One more thing. I expect financial compensation for the harm
they caused me, emotional distress, legal costs.

Speaker 2 (02:12:59):
And so on.

Speaker 1 (02:13:00):
I'm not naming a figure right now, but Whitmore raised
a hand. Yes, I anticipated that we can discuss a
settlement that spares the firm from public scandal, because if
you go public, it'll drag Ben and Vee's named through
the mud. Mattie's eyes flashed. You realize Ethan has every
right to do that. They tried to destroy him. Whitmore

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dipped his head. I do. That's why I'm offering a
direct negotiation. He pinched the bridge.

Speaker 2 (02:13:28):
Of his nose.

Speaker 1 (02:13:29):
Give me until tomorrow morning to review these materials with
our ethics counsel will contact you to finalize an agreement.
Ethan studied the older man's face, searching for signs of deceit,
but Whitmore projected only weary honesty. Fine, he said, finally,
but we want Derrick and Vanessa's fates decided quickly, Whitmore

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gave a curt nod. I'll summon them both within the hour.
I don't expect they'll put up much fight once they
realize the evidence you hold. Just then, the boardroom door
swung open and Derrick Woodward burst in, face flushed, his
tie was loosened, eyes wild. Whitmore, you can't. He froze
upon seeing Ethan, Mattie and Scarlet seated there. Whitmore's aide bristled,

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stepping forward. Mister Woodward, we're in a meeting. Dereck glared
at Ethan, then turned to Whitmore. They manipulated everything. We,
Vanessa and I are being set up. You can't believe them, Whitmore.
His gaze turned icy. I've seen enough evidence to doubt
your innocence. Derek's frustration mounted. He pointed at Scarlet. That

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woman embezzled money from an escrow account. She's lying to
save herself. Scarlet flinch ed. Mattie's hand landed reassuringly on
her shoulder. Ethan rose, gripping the table edge. Don't forget
we have recordings of you instructing her to drug me.
Dereck Whitmore raised a brow at Deryck.

Speaker 2 (02:14:58):
Is that true?

Speaker 1 (02:14:59):
Did you instruct miss James to commit assault with a substance?
Derek's mouth worked silently. He darted a look at the
aid's note bed, then at the folder on the table.
You have no proof, Ethan tapped the folder.

Speaker 2 (02:15:13):
We have it all.

Speaker 1 (02:15:14):
Vanessa's part, your part, the entire blackmail scheme. A wave
of panic crossed Derek's face. He turned to Whitmore, Sir,
I'm a valuable partner. My clients bring in millions. You
can't throw me under the bus without hearing me out.
Whitmore's expression turned grim. We'll hear your explanation in a

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formal hearing, but from what I see, you're facing immediate
suspension pending termination for cause. The color drained from Derek's cheeks. No,
you can't do this. He whipped around to Ethan, voice
dropping to a desperate murmur. Come on, calledwell, we can
fix this, don't destroy my career. Ethan held Derek's gaze,

(02:15:57):
remembering the absolute disregard the monk Man had shown him,
his willingness to ruin Ethan's life. You gave me no mercy,
Ethan said quietly, so don't expect any from me. Derreck
shoulders slumped. Whitmore waved a hand sharply. The aid stepped forward,
gesturing for Dereck to leave. Mister Woodward, I suggest you

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wait in your office for further instructions. Ethan and Maddie
watched Derrick's retreating figure vanished down the hallway. The door
closed with a decisive click, leaving an uneasy hush in
its wake. Whitmore squared his shoulders, returning to the head
of the table. You've provided enough for me to act swiftly.
As for your settlement demands, I'll be in touch by

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the end of the day. After conferring with legal counsel.
He fixed Scarlet with a careful look. Missy James. If
your story checks out about repaying that money, and if
you cooperate fully with our internal review, I'll consider le Nancy.
She nodded, tears glistening.

Speaker 2 (02:16:58):
Thank you.

Speaker 1 (02:16:58):
Mattie gathered the scattered print outs. Ethan did his best
to maintain composure, though every nerve in his body felt
strong tight. I expect Vanessa's termination as well, he said, firmly,
no special treatment. Whitmore nodded curtly. I will speak with
miss Caldwell immediately. I can't condone employees who degrade the

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firm's ethics, especially in such a brazen manner. His tone
carried regret, tempered by unyielding resolve. Ethan exhaled, the tension
in his shoulders easing slightly. He could sense the final
blow drawing near for Deryck and Vanessa Rising from his seat,
he offered a curt handshake to whitmore. We'll wait to

(02:17:40):
hear from you. The managing partner returned the gesture, i's solemn,
you will. Mattie and Scarlet followed Ethan out of the boardroom.
In the hall, the tension gave way to a swirl
of relief and lingering dread. They'd confronted being in V's
top dog, laid out the evidence. Now it was a
matter of waiting to see how swiftly the hammer would fall.

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They emerged into the crisp daylight. Scarlet paused near the curb,
hugging herself. He'll fire Vanessa and Derrick Wright, he seemed convinced.
Mattie nodded, yes, he has no choice. The evidence is damning.
Ethan gazed up at the imposing tower one last time,
thinking of Vanessa somewhere inside, possibly learning of her imminent dismissal.

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A bitter mix of triumph and heartbreak coiled.

Speaker 2 (02:18:29):
In his gut.

Speaker 1 (02:18:30):
Let's go, he murmured. They walked to the parking garage
in silence. Soon the official word would come. The next
steps would be finalizing Ethan's hush money settlement, or if
Ben and V tried to deflect blame. They'd face a
public scandal either way. The downfall of his wife's betrayal
was nearly complete, but Ethan couldn't shake the sense of

(02:18:53):
hollow victory clinging to him. For now, he'd wait for
the call that spelled out Vanessa's professional ruin, and though
it stung, he knew she'd earned every bit of it.
Ethan paced in his law office, eyes fixed on the
silent phone. Late afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting
slanted shadows across the worn carpet. Mattie stood by the

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cluttered desk, sorting a pile of documents, but glancing up
every few seconds to see if the phone would ring.
Scarlet sat in the reception area, hands folded anxiously in
her lap. After their meeting with Whitmore, they'd all come
here waiting for Ben and V's official response. The tension
felt like a rubber band stretched to its limit. Finally,

(02:19:36):
around four p m. The phone trailed. Ethan snatched it up.
Calwell Law Office, he said, voice tight, A familiar, smooth baritone,
spoke Charles Whitmore. Mister Caldwell, I've concluded discussions with the
firm's council were prepared to act immediately. Regarding Derrick Woodward
and Vanessa Caldwell. Ethan motioned for Mattie and Scarlet to

(02:19:59):
gather closer. I'm listening. Whitmore's tone was brisk. We have
terminated Derrick Woodward for cause. Security escorted him out an
hour ago. Miss Caldwell was also terminated. I'm certain she'll
contact you regarding the mayital situation, but that's your private affair.
A swirl of emotions crashed through Ethan. Relief, sadness, anger.

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He forced himself to remain calm.

Speaker 2 (02:20:25):
Thank you.

Speaker 1 (02:20:26):
That addresses the first part. Whitmore cleared his throat regarding
compensation for you. The firm has authorized a confidential settlement,
in simpler terms, hush money. We'd like to avoid public
scandal or bar association entanglements. I assume you'd prefer to
keep this discreet as well, to protect your own reputation.

(02:20:47):
Ethan hesitated, glancing at Mattie in Scarlet. He'd craved justice,
but maybe anonymity was best for them all. What's the
figure Whitmore named to some that made Mattie's mouth drop
in silence. Even Ethan's heart jolted. It was more than
enough to cover any financial worry for years. That's substantial. Yes,

(02:21:09):
Whitmore said, will also provide documentation that Miss James's embezzlement
is considered resolved as the funds were fully repaid. The
firm will not pursue charges though we can't promise anything
about outside authorities, but we can choose not to push
the matter. Scarlet pressed a trembling hand to her mouth,
tears of gratitude forming. Ethan nodded, though Whitmore couldn't see.

(02:21:33):
All right, we accept provided Miss James is fully cleared,
and I wanted in writing that this never rebounds on her.
It'll be in the paperwork. Whitmore confirmed. I'll have our
council deliver the documents within the hour.

Speaker 2 (02:21:48):
You sign.

Speaker 1 (02:21:49):
We sign, and that concludes the arrangement. Ethan's jaw tightened.
All right, deal. A pause crackled on the line, and
Whitmore's voice softened slightly. For what it's worth, mister Caldwell,
I regret you were dragged into this. Deryck and Vanessa
have tarnished the firm's name. We're better off without them.

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A bitter taste filled Ethan's mouth understood, thank you, mister
whitmar He hung up. Then he breathed out, setting the
phone aside. Mattie stared at him. They fired deryck and Vanessa.
Ethan nodded, words catching in his throat, Yes and there,
giving a huge settlement to keep it quiet. Scarlet let

(02:22:32):
out a sob of relief, burying her face in her hands.
So so I'm safe from Behennay and V's charges. Yes,
Ethan said gently, there, letting you walk free. We'll finalize
it in writing.

Speaker 2 (02:22:45):
Soon.

Speaker 1 (02:22:45):
Mattie rushed over to Hug's Garlet, who clung to her,
tears dripping on to her blouse. Ethan sank into a chair,
heart thudding, Vanessa was fired. Her career with Ben and
V ended in disgrace, A swirl of triumph mingled with heartbreak.
He'd forced her out, but she'd left him no choice.
True to Whitmore's word, A courier showed up before five

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with thick envelopes. Ethan, Mattie, and Scarlet convened around the
reception desk to read them. The hush money figure was
printed in bold, along with clauses, ensuring Ethan wouldn't publicly
release the recordings or go to the bar association with them.
Provided Ben and VII fulfilled their end. Scarlet's immunity from
internal prosecution was spelled out, contingent on her never returning

(02:23:33):
to Ben and Via or revealing their hushed settlement to outsiders.
Maddie frowned, scanning the lines. Its typical legal speak. They
want to bury this fiasco to protect the firm's image.
Ethan exhaled, that's fine. I only wanted to expose Derrick
and Vanessa so they couldn't hurt anyone else. Mission accomplished.

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He scribbled his signature, then passed the pen to Scarlet,
who shakily signed her own. Mattie notarized as a witness.
Calm but tense, Once the courier left with the executed documents,
Athan felt an odd emptiness. He was now significantly wealthier,
enough to pay off debts and do more if he chose,

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But none of it undid the betrayal, None of it
restored the love he'd lost, as if on cue, Ethan's
phone buzzed with a text from Vanessa. Vanessa, I assume
you're satisfied now that you cost me my job.

Speaker 2 (02:24:28):
We need to talk.

Speaker 1 (02:24:29):
I'm coming over at chill ran through Ethan. He glanced
at Mattie, who read his expression and guessed the sender.
Want us to leave, she asked softly. He hesitated, then nodded, Scarlet,
you've been through enough. Go home or wherever you feel safe. Mattie,
maybe you can drive her. I'll handle Vanessa alone. Scarlet rose,

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biting her lip. Thank you for not letting them pin
it all on me, Athan, He gave her a faint,
tired smile. You came clean, You did the right thing
in the end. Mattie squeezed Ethan's shoulder as she passed him.
Call if you need back up. They left the office
grew silent. Ethan sat behind his battered desk, fiddling with

(02:25:14):
a pen. Five minutes later, footsteps sounded in the hall
and the door flew open. Vanessa stood there, eyes blazing,
still wearing the same outfit from earlier, except now the
air of confidence was gone, replaced by ragged desperation. You
had to go that far, she spat, slamming the door
behind her. You couldn't just accept a divorce. You had

(02:25:36):
to see me humiliated, Ethan rose, slowly, meeting her glare
you tried to frame me for adultery, Banessa, You threatened
an innocent woman with prison.

Speaker 2 (02:25:47):
Did you think.

Speaker 1 (02:25:48):
I'd just roll over? She shook her head, tears of
anger brimming. I wanted out. I didn't want to lose
half my assets to you after all your failures. So yes,
I took stick. Maybe it was extreme, but I extreme.
Ethan's voice cracked with bitterness. You plotted my downfall, blackmailed scarlet.

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You left me no choice but to fight back. Vanessa's
breath came in short guests. Now I have no job,
no references, Dereck is gone. Everything's in ruins. She laughed bitterly. Congratulations.
He stared at her memories, flickering wedding vows, shared dreams,
night studying side by side, all undone by her ambition,

(02:26:34):
her lack of compassion. You could have walked away with dignity,
he whispered. Instead, you orchestrated a crime. She scoffed. Spare
me the moral lecture, your pocketing hush money from Ben
and v So let's not pretend you're a saint. We're
both doing whatever it takes to survive. Ethan's jaw tightened. Maybe,

(02:26:55):
but I didn't try to destroy you.

Speaker 2 (02:26:57):
That was your choice.

Speaker 1 (02:26:58):
For a moment, her face crumpled, revealing a flicker of
genuine sorrow. Then her expression hardened again. So what now
you want the divorce? Fine, I'll sign whatever. I have
no job, no stability. Maybe that's what you wanted all along.
A hollow ache filled Ethan's chest. He'd loved this woman once,

(02:27:19):
but the venom in her tone assured him there was
no reconciliation, no salvage. Yes, I want a divorce, and
after that I never want to see you again. She
nodded dully, tears slipping down her cheeks. I'll have some
small firm handle my side of the papers. Don't worry.
I won't contested. I have nothing left to fight with.

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He watched her turn for the door, shoulders trembling.

Speaker 2 (02:27:45):
For an instant.

Speaker 1 (02:27:46):
Kitty tubbed at him, but he recalled how close he'd
come to losing everything, his career, his reputation, if her
scheme had succeeded. She paused at the threshold.

Speaker 2 (02:27:56):
Ethan.

Speaker 1 (02:27:57):
She murmured, voice roar. I did love you one, but
I couldn't live the life you offered. I needed more.
His throat felt tight. You needed more than me, he said,
voice thin, I understand.

Speaker 2 (02:28:10):
Just leave.

Speaker 1 (02:28:11):
Vanessa lingered a second longer, a broken figure in the
dim hallway light. Then she stepped out, closing the door
softly behind her. The hush that followed was deafening. Ethan
sank into his chair, burying his face in his hands,
trembling from the emotional whiplash. He wasn't sure how long
he sat there. Eventually the door opened again. Mattie poked

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her head in a worried crease between her brows.

Speaker 2 (02:28:37):
Ethan.

Speaker 1 (02:28:38):
He looked up, eyes red. She's gone, he said, simply.
Mattie stepped inside, gently, setting a cup of tea on
the desk. I thought you might need something warm. A
faint smile tugged at his lips.

Speaker 2 (02:28:52):
Thanks.

Speaker 1 (02:28:53):
She pulled up a chair, the two of them sitting
quietly outside. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the
sky in deep blues and purples. The hush money agreement
was signed. Deryck and Vanessa were fired. Scarlet was safe
from charges. It was all over, but it felt like
a hollow victory. At least it's done, Mattie said, softly,

(02:29:15):
hands clasped in her lap. No more threats, no mora lies.
Ethan took a sip of tea. A tears slipped down
his cheek, surprising him. He quickly wiped it away. It
still hurts, he confessed, knowing how far she went. Mattie
placed a comforting hand on his arm. That's normal. But
you survived, and you won in a way. He exhaled,

(02:29:38):
a shaky breath. Ye, we'll see what that victory means
for me, for us, for the future. Mattie squeezed his
arm gently, one step at a time Ethan. In the
silence that followed, the office phone blinked with new messages,
but Ethan let them wait. Heath and Mattie just sat
there the slow hum of the city outside. For the

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first time in months, a sense of finality hovered in
the air, though it was tinged with sorrow. Vanessa's downfall
was complete, her bitter betrayal ended in her own collapse.
Ethan had triumphed, but the price was the remnants of
a marriage he once believed in. Where he'd go from here,
or how he'd heal was another story. For now, He'd

(02:30:21):
done what he had to do, expose the conspiracy, protect
himself and Scarlet, and ultimately ensure the scheme ended in
their defeat, not his Mattie's presence was an anchor, reminding
him he wasn't alone in the wreckage. With time, maybe
he'd find a new path forward, a life unburdened by betrayal.
But tonight, as the city lights blinked on, Ethan called Will,

(02:30:44):
allowed himself a quiet moment of mourning and relief, knowing
that the grand act of vengeance was finally done. Ethan
Caldwell sat in his modest living room, the early morning
light slicing through half drawn blinds. The hush money settlement
from Baker, Jorton and Vincent sat on the dining table,
a neat packet of documents guaranteeing him financial security he'd

(02:31:06):
never known. Despite the check substantial amount, his chest fell hollow.
For all the money, it couldn't mend the damage done.
The news that Vanessa Caldwell, his now estranged wife, had
been fired from Ben and Vee had traveled quickly through
their circle of acquaintances. Rumors buzzed that she'd left town
in disgrace. Though Ethan hadn't heard from her in days,

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His phone glowed with missed calls from unknown numbers. Presumably
journalists or curious colleagues fishing for a story, but he
ignored them all. Just after eight, his phone finally rang
with a familiar contact, Mattie Parker. His in turn turned confidant.
He picked up Ethan. Hey, Mattie's warm voice broke the stillness.

(02:31:48):
You okay this morning, he exhaled, trudging to the window.
Not sure, feels like everything's changing at once.

Speaker 2 (02:31:56):
A pause. I know.

Speaker 1 (02:31:58):
Listen, the attorney un hired for the divorce is here
at the office. They brought the final papers. She hesitated.
You want me to stay or give you space? The
swirl of emotions flared inside him. Stay, he said, quietly.
I'd rather not face it alone. When Ethan arrived, Maddie
waited in the small reception area. She gave him a

(02:32:21):
supportive nod, gesturing to a stern faced paralegal named Carmen Reyes,
who worked with Ethan's divorce attorney. Carmen lubved a stack
of files to the desk and laid them out methodically.
Mister Caldwell, Carmen said, adjusting her glasses. We need your
signature on the final divorce petition. Once we file this,

(02:32:42):
the court will set a date to finalize. Given the
she paused delicately, irrefutable evidence of adultery by missus Caldwell,
the judge should grant a swift resolution. Ethan's stomach clenched.
He gazed at the topmost page petition for divorce grounds adultery.
Once that word would have shocked him. Now it felt

(02:33:04):
more like the inevitable culmination of all he'd uncovered. He
noticed Mattie's standing nearby, E's downcast. She'd been with him
threw so much, from reorganizing his law office to uncovering
Vanessa's betrayal. The weight in the room felt oppressive. Let's
do it, he said, hoarsely. Lifting the pen, Carmen slid
documents forward. He signed in the marked spots, each pen

(02:33:28):
stroke severing another thread of the life he once had.
His hand trembled slightly, but he pressed on until all
the pages were complete. Mattie spoke gently, do you want
me to file these at the court house or will
Carmen handle it? Carmen pursed her lips in a tight smile.
I can drop them off this afternoon. Once the filing

(02:33:48):
is official, the judge usually sets a hearing date within
a few weeks. She cleared her throat. Given the circumstances,
it could be quicker. Ethan's head nodded automatically.

Speaker 2 (02:33:59):
All right.

Speaker 1 (02:34:00):
Carmen gathered her files, shook his hand, and left. Mattie
hovered close, worry etched on her face. How do you feel, Ethan?
He let out a ragged sig, like I'm amputating a limb,
but it's diseased. Right, has to go, She winced. I'm sorry.
He offered a faint, sad smile, me too. Later that afternoon,

(02:34:23):
Ethan sat at his desk, half heartedly, scrolling through local
headlines on his computer. Word of Ben and Vee's internal
scandal trickled into the news in vague terms. Promising associate terminated,
rumors of partner misconduct. Vanessa's name wasn't stated outright, but
he knew how fast gossip moved in legal circles. He

(02:34:43):
opened an e mail from Megan Hays, Vanessa's old college friend.
She wrote, Ethan, I heard about the divorce petition. I'm
not surprised, but I am sorry things ended up this way.
Vanessa left me a voicemail. I think she's heading back
to her hometown for a while. She sounded broken. I
know she hurt you, but this must be so hard for.

Speaker 2 (02:35:05):
Both of you.

Speaker 1 (02:35:06):
Meghan, Ethan's chest tightened. He typed a brief reply, Megan,
thanks for letting me know. I wish her well, but
there's no going back, Ethan. He stared at the screen,
remembering how Vanessa's ambition once dazzled him. Now she was
forced out of the city, seeking refuge elsewhere, her career

(02:35:27):
in shreds. Despite the anger, he still felt a part
of him grieved for the memories of a marriage that
began with promise and ended in betrayal. After sunset, Ethan
returned to his town house, a place that felt both
comfortingly familiar and eerily empty. The hush money from Ben
and Vee was in his bank account. The transaction had

(02:35:48):
processed quickly once the final scandal arrangement was sealed. He'd
used some to quietly settle a few debts, but otherwise
it just sat there. He microwaved leftovers, barely tasting them.
A thousand thoughts buzzed in his head. Could he have
done anything differently to save his marriage? Would he forever
be that lawyer who got a huge payday from a

(02:36:09):
hush hush corporate scandal. Was he truly satisfied or just numb?
He sank onto the couch, phone in hand. For a moment.
He considered calling Vanessa some last attempt at closure, but
he knew it was feudle. The divorce petition was already
in motion. Her contempt and his heart break were too deep.
With a trembling sigh, he set the phone aside. In

(02:36:32):
the silence, he remembered the sense of unity they'd once
shared late night study sessions, dreaming about a future as
two attorneys forging a life of success. A bitter laugh
escaped his lips. She got the success all right, then
gambled it away by conspiring to ruin him. He dozed
off in front of the TV, swirling with restless dreams.

(02:36:55):
Early the next morning, Mattie arrived at Ethan's office. An
urgent expression etchas onto her face. I just got off
the phone with an old friend from b an Envy,
she said, voice hushed. Vanessa tried to apply at a
few midiar firms. They all turned her down once they
found out why she was fired. Ethan's chest twisted. He

(02:37:16):
wasn't sure if it pleased him or pained him. So
she really has no prospects. Mattie's gaze softened. That's what
it sounds like. She burned all her bridges. He raked
a hand through his hair. I can't say I'm happy
about it, but it's not like I can fix it.
She made her bed. Mattie nodded, I know, just thought

(02:37:38):
you should hear it from me rather than some rumor.
Ethan appreciated Mattie's honesty, but the news left him with
a mixture of satisfaction and regret. Betrayal had a price,
n Vanessa was paying it in full. Carmen Reyes returned
a week later, confirming the judge had scheduled a final
divorce hearing in a matter of days, quicker than usual

(02:37:59):
do to the contested nature of it. Vanessa's absence from
the city expedited matters further. She apparently agreed to sign
off on everything from afar. Ethan read the hearing notice
heart pounding. The dissolution of their marriage, once unthinkable, was
now inevitable. He set the letter on his desk, staring

(02:38:19):
at the official seal. The hush money and evidence of
her adultery guaranteed there would be no drawn out trial.
No chance for Vanessa to argue. Everything was happening in cold,
clinical efficiency. Carmen's voice broke his reverie. I'll represent you
that day if you'd like. It shouldn't take more than
a few minutes, just a formality. Since Vanessa isn't contesting,

(02:38:42):
the judge will likely sign off immediately. Ethan rubbed his eyes, yes,
thank you. Mattie hovered in the background, silently offering her
moral support. She and Ethan exchanged a look equal parts
relief and sadness. A rainy drizzle cloaked the court house
in great light. Ethan arrived alone, wearing a charcoal suit

(02:39:04):
that felt a bit loose around his shoulders. The corridor
leading to the family Court division was surprisingly quiet. Carmen
greeted him by the court doors, handing him a final
copy of the divorce decree. Once the judge signs, you'll
be officially divorced, she lowered her voice.

Speaker 2 (02:39:22):
You okay.

Speaker 1 (02:39:23):
Ethan nodded stiffly. Yeh, let's get this over with. Inside
the small court room, the judge peered at the documents,
verifying the grounds of adultery and referencing the settlement of assets.
It was perfunctory no dramatic testimony, no swirling arguments, just
legal routine. The judge's voice droned. The court finds the

(02:39:44):
marriage retrievably broken. Divorce is granted. A decisive stamp sealed
Ethan's fate. Carmen gently touched Ethan's shoulder, guiding him out outside.
In the hallway, Ethan blinked back a surge of emotion,
a lingering hush, cla long to every step he took.

Speaker 2 (02:40:01):
It was done.

Speaker 1 (02:40:03):
His marriage to Vanessa Caldwell was dead on paper. Carmen
offered him a polite nod, congratulations, I suppose, or condolences.
Let me know if you need anything else. He shook
her hand, then watched her disappear around the corner. Alone,
he let out a tremulous breath. The ring on his
finger felt unbearably heavy, so he slipped it off, pressing

(02:40:26):
it into his pocket. In that empty corridor, Ethan wondered
if he should feel triumph. Instead, a wave of grief
crashed over him, the memories, the broken promises, the sense
of everything once cherished but now lost. He swallowed hard,
glancing around as if searching for an escape. Rain streaked
the windows, reflecting his mood he left, stepping into the

(02:40:50):
dreary afternoon. The decree folded in his jacket, the hush
money settlement, the humiliations, and now the official divorce. These
were the final hours of a war he never wanted.
Yet somehow he had survived. Three days after the final hearing,
Ethan found himself standing outside his small law office, staring

(02:41:11):
at the faded sign that Reid calledwell Law office. He
recalled the excitement of putting that sign up fresh from
passing the bar. Now he was a far different man
than the optimist who once believed in endless possibilities, with
his wife by his side, shutting down the practice. He'd
made the decision to close his practice with the hush
money from ben Ved and frankly, his disillusionment with the

(02:41:34):
day to day grind, he no longer felt bound to
keep the doors open. His few lingering clients were transferred
to a friend's firm. The rest of the files Mattie
helped organize into boxes to store or ship off as needed.
Mattie perched on a step stool, carefully pulling down some
old marketing posters from the wall. It's kind of sad,

(02:41:55):
you know, she said, quietly. Everything you built it's about
to be packed away. Ethan ran a hand over his
face inhaling the musty scent of stale coffee and old
case files. Yeah, he murmured, but I can't keep forcing
myself to come here each day, not after all that's happened.
She nodded, climbing down. Sure, maybe it's time to move on,

(02:42:20):
he attempted, a wistful smile.

Speaker 2 (02:42:22):
Maybe so.

Speaker 1 (02:42:23):
Boxes lined the reception area, filled with text books, old
client records, and left over office supplies. The hustle and
bustle of the final day made the place feel oddly busy.
Yet Ethan felt each item carried a memory. His first
client with a contract dispute, the endless hours scouring legal statutes,

(02:42:43):
the nights. Vanessa occasionally stopped by with dinner. He paused
at a framed photo on the reception counter, a younger
Ethan in front of the office, beaming with pride. I
was so sure this was the path, he said, a
loud voice tinged with regret. Mattie stepped forward, gently, taking
the photo from his hand. You've changed a lot since then,

(02:43:05):
have I, he asked, exhaling, feels like I've just been
beaten down by revality. She set the photo aside. You're
stronger now, Ethan, you survived something terrible. You're different, yes,
but it doesn't mean it's all for nothing. Her words
offered a flicker of solace. He recalled the darkest moments,

(02:43:25):
discovering Vanessa's betrayal, the elaborate trap, the heartbreak. If nothing else,
he'd learned he could endure more pain than he'd thought possible.
By evening, the office looked barren, half the furniture gone,
walls stripped. Ethan felt a deep emptiness gnawing at him.
He'd severed ties with the practice that once defined his

(02:43:46):
professional dreams. Now what the hush money provided financial freedom,
but also a haunting sense of purposelessness. He wandered into
his now vacant office, gazing at the rectangle of lighter
paint where his deb ploma once hung. He slid a
palm over it, remembering how proud he'd been to display
that achievement. In the corner, only a few leftover legal

(02:44:08):
pads remained. Mattie found him standing there, silent. We're done,
she said, softly, gesturing to the empty corridor. Everything's packed.
He turned, noticing the compassion in her eyes. Thanks for everything, Mattie.
I couldn't have done this without you, she offered a
tremulous smile. You gave me a chance when no one

(02:44:30):
else would. I learned so much working with you. Her
gaze flicked around. It's an end of an era, he
swallowed hard, nodding it is. They locked up for the
last time. Stepping onto the sidewalk, A crisp breeze teased
at their hair, carrying the faint smell of exhaust from
the busy street. The neon signed next door, once promoting

(02:44:52):
a pizza joint, blinked out, leaving the strip mall oddly dark.
Ethan lingered, hands in his pockets, staring at the sign
called will law office. Tomorrow a handaman would remove it.
In a week or so, a new tenant, a small
tax prep business would move in. Life went on, heedless
of his personal storms. Should we go, Mattie asked quietly.

(02:45:15):
He nodded, turning from the store front. The final clank
of the door behind them sounded like a heavy door
slamming on a chapter of his life. That night, Ethan
roamed his townhouse, the hush pressing in on him. No
more daily routine of opening the office, no more client
calls or minor disputes to handle. He was free, yet

(02:45:36):
the emptiness weighed like lead. He found himself flipping through
old photo albums, images of him and Vanessa at law
school events, younger versions of them, laughing and unguarded moments.
He lingered on one shot, Vanessa's arm sloped around his neck,
her face bright with affection. He almost couldn't reconcile it
with the woman who orchestrated his downfall. A quiet night

(02:46:00):
sounded on his door. He frowned, checking the time past nine. Cautiously,
he opened it to see Meghan Hayes standing there, a
hesitant look on her face. She clutched a small bag,
possibly containing documents or personal effects from Vanessa. Hey, Ethan,
she said, softly, hope it's okay. I stopped by. He nodded,

(02:46:22):
stepping aside. Sure, come in. Megan set the bag on
the kitchen counter. Vanessa asked me to give you these,
some old letters and photos.

Speaker 2 (02:46:32):
She said she.

Speaker 1 (02:46:33):
Didn't want them. Ethan's chest twisted.

Speaker 2 (02:46:36):
I see.

Speaker 1 (02:46:37):
He rummaged inside, seeing the swirl of memories, the early
love notes, random snapshots, pain lanced through him. Meghan offered
an apologetic shrug. I'm sorry she's not in a good place,
but she doesn't blame you, Anna more. I think she's
just dealing with the consequences. He forced a tight smile.

(02:46:57):
We all are, She studied him, eyes flicking over the
half packed boxes, the faint lines of exhaustion on his face.
Is there anything I can do for you? He shook
his head slowly. No. I appreciate the gesture, Megan, but
I need time space to figure out what I'm doing next.
She nodded, gaze full of sympathy. I understand. She paused

(02:47:21):
at the door. Turning back, Vanessa mentioned she's gone back
to her parents place, just so you know. She's safe physically,
mentally who knows, but she's not homeless. Ethan exhaled shakily.
Thanks for telling me. Megan offered a faint wave and departed,
leaving the town house even quieter than before. Ethan sad

(02:47:43):
against the wall, a swirl of relief that Vanessa was
safe and despair at how deeply they'd fallen apart. The
emptiness loomed larger now, the final closure of his law
office stripping away any sense of normalcy. Two weeks drifted
by in a slow blur. For Ethan Colwell, days felt
unstructured now that he no longer had an office to

(02:48:04):
open or client calls to answer. Though money wasn't an issue,
he discovered that free time without purpose left him restless
and strangely adrift. One chilly morning, Ethan was tidying up
his kitchen counters when Mattie Parker knocked at his door,
looking both determined and apologetic. She held a printed letter
in her hand. Eyes full of conflicting emotions Ethan, she

(02:48:28):
began softly stepping inside.

Speaker 2 (02:48:30):
Can we talk?

Speaker 1 (02:48:31):
He motioned for her to sit at the small kitchen table.
Sure everything okay? She took a breath, extending the letter.
I just got this from my law school, final confirmation
that summer break is almost over. In classes resume soon.
I need to go back. A pang hit Ethan's chest.
He knew Mattie was a lost student on break, but

(02:48:54):
the reality of her leaving stung. She'd been his anchor
through the darkest months. When do you have to leave?
She glanced at the letter. Next week they want me
on campus for orientation and a leadership workshop. Plus I
need to figure out my finances. For the upcoming semester,
He cleared his throat, of course makes sense. Over the

(02:49:17):
next several days, Ethan wrestled with an ache he couldn't
fully articulate. He and Mattie spent time sorting out final tasks,
closing the last bits of office business, scanning important documents.
She insisted on helping him file some leftover paperwork related
to the hush money settlement, but the unspoken truth loomed.

(02:49:37):
Once she returned to law school, their paths would diverge.
One afternoon, they sat amid boxes in Ethan's garage, rummaging
through old files. The air smelled of dust and old paper.
Mattie set aside a binder, brushing a strand of hair
from her face. These are all done, she said, a
forced brightness in her tone. You can keep them in

(02:50:00):
storage or toss them. He glanced at the binder's label,
his earliest client records from a hopeful time.

Speaker 2 (02:50:07):
Let's just store.

Speaker 1 (02:50:08):
Them, He murmured, I can't bring myself to toss everything.
Yet she nodded, closing it carefully.

Speaker 2 (02:50:15):
I get that.

Speaker 1 (02:50:16):
They lapsed into silence, the tension palpable. Finally, Mattie inhaled,
turning to him, Ethan, I feel bad leaving you right
when everything's so raw, but I can't ignore my studies.
He mustered a gentle smile. I understand, Mattie. You've given
me more help than I deserved. She blinked back sudden tears.

(02:50:37):
That's not true. You're a good man, Ethan, and you've
been through hell. I wish I could stay, He swallowed, hard, twisting.
But you have a future to build. Don't let me
stand in your way. On her last weekend in town,
Mattie came by to share a quiet dinner with Ethan.
He cooked a simple pasta dish, something he hadn't done

(02:50:58):
in ages, trying to show appreciation. They ate in the
warm glow of the kitchen, occasionally joking about the chaotic
summer they'd survived. Yet an undercurrent of sadness laced every laugh.
They avoided deep talk about the next steps, where Ethan
would go, what Mattie's law school plans entailed. The bond
they'd formed felt tangible, almost too delicate to name. She

(02:51:22):
was his confidante, an oasis of kindness in a sea
of betrayal. At one point, Mattie lowered her fork, eyes glimmering,
Promise me, you'll take care of yourself, Ethan, don't let
your pain define you. He reached across the table, gently
squeezing her hand. I'll try. Promise me you'll keep chasing
your dreams. She nodded, tears threatening to spill.

Speaker 2 (02:51:45):
I will.

Speaker 1 (02:51:46):
The following morning, Mattie arrived with her suitcase rolling behind her.
She was set to catch a bus back to her
law school an hour away. Ethan stood at his town
house doorway and ache in his chest so deep it
felt physical. They embraced a lingering hug, charged with unsaid emotions.
Mattie's cheek was damp against his shoulder. I don't regret

(02:52:08):
any of it, she whispered, voice trembling, working with you,
fighting that injustice. It's changed my life. He shut his
eyes inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo. You changed
mine too. I can't thank you enough, Mattie. She pulled back,
rummaging in her purse. Here, she said, handing him a
small envelope. It's just something to remember me by. He

(02:52:32):
accepted it, nodding wordlessly. She gave him one last brave smile,
then turned and wheeled her suit case down the driveway.
A taxi idled at the curb, waiting to ferry her
to the bus station. He watched her climb in a
sense of finality, watching over him. The taxi pulled away,
leaving him standing in the still morning air. Heart heavier

(02:52:54):
than ever, Ethan retreated inside the emptiness of the townhouse,
pressing in at once opened the envelope. She gave him
a simple card with a hand written note and a
small photo of them smiling in front of his office's sign,
back when it all felt hopeful despite the chaos. Her
words read, Ethan, thank you for showing me what real

(02:53:15):
courage looks like. No matter where you go next, you
deserve happiness and peace. Don't forget that, Mattie. His throat tightened.
The house felt far too quiet without her lively presence.
Each step echoed, reminding him he was alone. He wandered
into the living room, sinking on to the couch, the
card clutched in his hand. He missed her already, her

(02:53:38):
quick wit, her gentle concern. Over the months, she had
become more than an interurn. She was a friend, a
beacon in the storm. Now she was gone, chasing her
own destiny and he was left to face the aftermath
of his broken marriage, an empty law office, and a
future he couldn't quite see. A restless week passed after

(02:53:59):
Mattie left. Athan drifted through aimless days, reading old case
law out of habit, or tinkering with half formed ideas
of maybe moving away. The hush money from Ben and
V granted freedom, but he found no satisfaction in the
wealth alone. Nights were the worst. He paced the quiet
town house, haunted by memories of Vanessa's betrayal and Maddie's

(02:54:21):
departure conversation with Megan Hayes. Late one afternoon, his phone
buzzed with a text from Megan Hayess, Vanessa's friend who
occasionally checked in. Hey, Ethan, I'm in your neighborhood. Want
to grab coffee? He hesitated, but replied, sure, meet you
at that coffee shop on Fourth Street in twenty He

(02:54:42):
found Meghan at a corner table sipping a latte. She
waved him over, offering a tentative smile. Hey you look
well a little tired, he shrugged, settling into the seat.
Comes with the territory. How are you? She fiddled with
her cup. I've been better, I spoke to Vanessa last week.

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She's not handling things great, but she's gone quiet. I
wanted to see how you're doing. A mix of gratitude
and unease swirled in him.

Speaker 2 (02:55:11):
I'm managing.

Speaker 1 (02:55:12):
Mattie went back to law school, so I'm on my own.
Megan nodded. I heard she was good for you from
what I saw. I'm sorry she had to leave, he sighed,
swirling his coffee. ME too, but it was inevitable. They
lapsed into a brief silence. Eventually, Megan cleared her throat. Listen, Ethan,

(02:55:32):
I'll be honest. Before all this, I had some feelings
for you. You probably noticed, A faint blush tinged her cheeks.
I know the timing was awful and you were married,
but now that you're single, Megan, he interrupted, gently, setting
down his cup. I appreciate you telling me, but she nodded,
Reading his expression too soon, he smiled sadly. Ye, it's

(02:55:56):
not that I don't appreciate your friendship, but I'm nowhere
near ready for anything else. Meghan offered a rueful grin.
I figured it was worth asking. No hard feelings. She
placed a hand on his arm. I just want you
to know you're not alone. If you ever need a friend,
he patted her hand. Thank you, Meghan. That night, Ethan

(02:56:17):
sat on his couch, rummaging through mail. He'd ignored Bill's
junk flyers, a card from an aunt who heard about
the divorce. Tucked near the bottom was a letter from
a real estate agent, a friend of a friend, asking
if Ethan planned to sell the town house. He stared
at it, thinking how everything here carried echoes of his
life with Vanessa. He set the letter aside, mind drifting

(02:56:41):
where did he truly belong now? Houston felt marred by betrayal,
yet leaving meant severing all ties, including the memory of
Mattie's support. But she wasn't even here, and amore the
townhouse walls pressed in a weighty reminder of all he'd lost.
He recalled Mattie's note you deserve How happiness and peace
did he truly believe that? Could he find it? Around dusk,

(02:57:05):
the phone rang, Hoping it might be Maddie, Ethan snatched
it up. Instead, Megan's voice sounded on the line. She
sounded urgent, Ethan, sorry to bother you again, but I
just heard from an old colleague. Vanessa might try to
contact you, or she might show up in Huston soon.
I'm not sure why. Ethan's pulse quickened. Did she say

(02:57:28):
what for Megan hesitated? No, she just said Vanessa sounded
regretful but determined about something. I don't want to raise
your hopes or panic. You'd just be prepared. He ran
a hand through his hair, heart thudding. Thanks for the
heads up. Hanging up, he slumped in a chair. Why
would Vanessa return? The divorce was final, her career here

(02:57:52):
in ruins, a swirl of emotions, churn anger, residual, affection, confusion.
Days passed when without Vanessa's appearance, Ethan tried to quell
the anxiety. One evening, feeling especially restless, he took a
drive out to a secluded lake an hour beyond the city.
The setting sun cast warm hues across the water, calm

(02:58:14):
and inviting. He parked near a small dock, Stepping out
to inhale the crisp air, He wandered to the water's edge,
mind drifting to Maddie's optimism. She believed he could rebuild
his life. She'd said, don't let pain define you. Maybe
it was time to heed that advice for the first time.
In weeks, a gentle sense of possibility flickered in him.

(02:58:37):
He'd made it through the divorce. He was free from
the office that felt like a prison of memories. Mattie
had parted ways, but she left him with a deeper understanding.
He was stronger than he realized, capable of forging a
new path. He pictured a future untainted by Vanessa's betrayal,
a place where he could truly start fresh, may be

(02:59:00):
even open a different kind of practice, or partner with
attorneys who valued honesty, or do something else entirely. He
had the financial means now. The hush money gave him choices.

Speaker 2 (02:59:12):
The question was.

Speaker 1 (02:59:13):
Whether he'd be brave enough to seize them. As twilight deepened,
he felt a soft breeze ruffle his hair. A hush
fell over the lake, broken only by the quiet lapping
of water against the shore. Standing there, Ethan recognized a
stirring of hope. The betrayal might have left a scar,
but scars didn't have to define the next chapter of

(02:59:35):
his life. He stood by the water's edge until the
moon rose, thoughts slowly shifting from regret to cautious anticipation. Yes,
heartbreak remained, Yes, the path forward was foggy, but there
in the soothing night air, he sensed a faint but
steady spark inside him, an ember of possibility waiting to

(02:59:55):
be fanned into new life. He returned home with a
resolve he hadn't felt months. In a slow motion swirl
of determination, he cleared old paperwork off his dining table,
set up his laptop, and began outlining potential plans ideas
for traveling, possibly relocating to a smaller city or even
out of state. Maybe he'd start a new practice focusing

(03:00:17):
on everyday people, or use his settlement to invest in
something philanthropic. As he typed random notes, a quiet excitement
pulsed through him. He remembered Mattie's unwavering faith in his abilities,
how she'd seen him at his worst and still believed
in his potential. With each line he wrote, he felt
less tethered to the betrayal that once ruled his life.

(03:00:40):
Of course, doubt lurked at the edges, whispering that he'd fail,
or that he'd never outrun Vanessa's memory. But for once
he had the mental space to imagine something beyond the wreckage.
He pictured telling Mattie about these plans. Someday, maybe sending
her an email, updating her on how he was forging ahead.
Maybe a day would come when she finished law school

(03:01:01):
and their paths crossed again, free of the burdens that
once weighed them down. He looked at the photosheet given him,
displayed on a side table. A small smile tugged at
his lips. For the first time since the divorce, A
sense of genuine hope flickered, fragile but real. Finally, near midnight,
Ethan saved his notes and closed the laptop. The town

(03:01:23):
house was silent, yet it felt less oppressive than before.
He switched off the lights, heading upstairs with measured steps,
each stride lighter than it had been in weeks. In
his bedroom, he paused by the window, gazing out at
the dark neighborhood. The hush money, the divorce, the betrayal.
They remained part of his story, but they no longer

(03:01:44):
defined him. He was Ethan Caldwell, free to shape his
future however he saw fit. He climbed into bed, heart
thudding with a quiet excitement. Tomorrow he might call a
real estate agent or book a flight somewhere new. The
details didn't matter, yet what mattered was that the bitterness
no longer consumed him. As he drifted into sleep, the

(03:02:06):
final images in his mind weren't of Vanessa, or the humiliations,
or even the hush money. They were of Mattie's encouraging
smile and the realization that, after a painful, winding path,
he at last had a chance to find peace and, perhaps,
one day, genuine happiness. A humid afternoon heat lingers in
the air as Ethan Caldwell steps onto the bustling campus

(03:02:28):
of Oakwood, Lore, Mattie Parker's school. Students mill about, chatting
in clusters or hurrying to late summer seminars. Ethan's heart
thrums with anticipation and a flicker of doubt. Is this impulsive?
He told himself. He couldn't let Mattie slip away without
at least trying for a second chance. But does she
even want that? Campus search? He glances around the central quad,

(03:02:51):
a swirl of pastelle painted bulletin boards announcing mock trials,
study groups, upcoming events. Flutching a small envelope a letter
he wrote to Mattie but never sent, he weaves through
the crowds. He's wearing a plain polo and genes. Wanting
to blend in among the students rather than draw attention
with a suit, he spots a student lounge across the

(03:03:14):
court yard. Soft music leaks from inside. Is she there
or in one of the lecture halls? The tension in
his stomach rises. He's certain Mattie said she had orientation
duties this week, though the specifics elude him. Public scene
finding Mattie, Ethan wonders into the commons, a large open
space lined with tables. Groups of lost students pour over

(03:03:36):
thick case books or sip iced coffees. He glances from
table to table, faces blurring together until his gaze locks
on a familiar figure. Mattie Parker stands near a vending machine,
rummaging for spare change. She's wearing a casual blazer over
a summary blouse, her hair pinned in a neat twist.
She looks a bit stressed, eyes flicking at her phone's clock.

(03:04:00):
Ethan's heart constricts at the sight. He forgot how her
mere presence brightens a room, Summoning courage. He clears his
throat Mattie. She swivels around, startled. The coins tumble from
her hand, clattering to the floor Ethan. Her voice is hushed, uncertain.
A wave of relief and nervous energy sweeps over him. Hi,

(03:04:22):
I I'm sorry for surprising you. He stoops, picks up
a rolling quarter, and hands it back to her. She
takes it slowly, eyes shining with shock. What what are
you doing here? He exhales. I know you're busy, but
I needed to see you to talk. Mind if we
step outside, She hesitates, glancing around. Students nearby look briefly curious,

(03:04:46):
but soon returned to their own business. Finally, she gives
a small nod, sure emotional confession a new journey. They
slip into a quieter corridor leading to a court yard
under shady oak trees. The distant buzz of campus life
hums around them. Ethan can hardly believe he's here face
to face with Mattie after weeks of emptiness. She crosses

(03:05:09):
her arms, posture guarded. I didn't expect. Are you okay?
Did something happen? He wets his lips, gathering the words
I'm better than I was after you left. I realized
how much your belief in me kept me going. My
office is gone, my marriage is gone. But I don't
want to lose anymore. His eyes flicked to HER's, voice trembling.

(03:05:32):
I came to ask if you'd consider starting anew somewhere
anywhere with me. A faint flush creeps into Mattie's cheeks.
She looks, torn, tears threatening Ethan. I have lost school.
I still have another year and a half left. I
can't just drop everything. He nods, heart pounding. I'm not

(03:05:53):
asking you too. I'd never want you to sacrifice your future.
But I can stay near by or find a way
to support your pass if you'll let me. If you
don't want me around, just tell me and I'll I'll go.
As silence stretches, heavy with unspoken hopes, she finally speaks,
voice quivering. I missed you, but I didn't think you'd

(03:06:13):
ever show up here asking me for a second chance.
Everything was so messy. Ethan steps closer, his expression vulnerable.
It was messy, but you saw me at my lowest,
and you never judged me. That's why I had to come.
Tears slipped down her cheeks. She dashes them away, giving
a shaky laugh. You realize how insane this sounds. Right,

(03:06:37):
I'm buried in coarse yerk. You're rebuilding your life. He
gently takes her hand, So let's figure it out together.
No rush, no illusions, just me you trying to create
something better. For a long moment, she studies him, as
if weighing all the heart break and healing. Then she
nods slowly, okay, Ethan, I want that I do. A

(03:07:01):
teary smile forms on both their faces. He leans in,
pressing a soft, tentative kiss to her forehead. Thank you,
he whispers, relief flooding him. I won't let you down.
Mattie tearfully says yes. They find a bench under the
oak trees. She holds his hand, tears drying into quiet smiles.

(03:07:22):
Students pass by, oblivious to the electric moment of reunion.
Mattie breathes out, you'll have to handle me stressing over finals,
you know. He grins. I'll make flash guards. She laughs,
a pure sound of shared possibility. In that slow motion instant,
it feels like the shadows of heartbreak recede, leaving the

(03:07:44):
fragile but undeniable sense of hope. It's a sweltering noon
in downtown Houston. The city noises, horns, construction, the rumble
of traffic pulse around Ethan as he pulls up to
the curb outside the Warren townhouse he once shared with Vanessa.
He still surveying the building that holds so many memories,
the good, the bad, and the painful. Today he's letting

(03:08:07):
it go. A real estate agent, a cheerful woman named Cora,
stands on the porch, flipping through paperwork. She waves, afternoon,
mister Halldwell, I have the final closing documents you're all
set to sell. Ethan offers a polite nod. Thanks, Cora.
Hard to believe this is the last time I'll see

(03:08:28):
e this place, Cora smiles sympathetically. I get it, but
new chapters write. He steps inside for one final walk through.
The air smells of fresh paint. He'd hired a service
to repaint the walls a neutral beige. Furniture is gone
except for a few staging pieces. He drifts from room
to room. The living area where he once fell asleep

(03:08:51):
waiting for Vanessa. The kitchen where he and Maddie shared
uncertain dinners before she left for law school. The spare
bedroom where he reached after arguments. Each corner hums with
echoes of a past he's determined to leave behind. A
pang of nostalgia flickers, but he steals himself. This is
part of healing. He signs the documents on the kitchen counter,

(03:09:14):
each stroke a step toward final release. He locks up
for the last time. Driving across the city to an
apartment complex near Oakwood Law, Maddie stands in front of
a modern building with a bright teal door. She waves
him over, excitement dancing in her eyes. Look at this place,
she says. Found a one bedroom right off campus. Pricier

(03:09:37):
than I hoped, but convenient. Ethan glances around better than
the run down student housing you had before, write, she laughs,
much better. They head inside. The place is modest, a
small kitchenette, a cozy living area, a snug bedroom. Maddie beams,
showing off the new furnishings.

Speaker 2 (03:09:57):
She thrifted. I can't believe you helped me. I swing this.

Speaker 1 (03:10:01):
Thank you, He shakes his head. You're working and studying.
I'm just glad I can support it. I want you
to focus on finishing law school, not stress about rent.
Her expression softens. Don't spoil me too much. I don't
want to rely on you for everything. He pulls her
into a gentle hug, voice quiet, this is a partnership. Mattie,

(03:10:24):
you believed in me when I was at rock bottom.
Let me do the same for you now, She exhales, contentedly,
resting her head on his shoulder. All right, she whispers,
I'll try. They share a smile, a shared sense of
building something stable together. A week later, Ethan and Mattie
stand in the bustling corridor of Houston's airport. Passengers hurry

(03:10:47):
by with suittases. Families gather at the check in desks.
The overhead screens flash departure times. They're here on a
spontaneous trip, just a week away from Mattie's class start.
She insisted Ethan needed a break from the city that
haunted him. He clutches a small carrion, heart thumping with nerves.
You sure you can spare a few days before orientation,

(03:11:10):
Mattie nods, eyes shining. We deserve a getaway, even if
it's just three nights. Let the dust settle back home.
They approach the gate for a flight to a tropical destination,
Costa Rica. The idea emerged during a late night chat.
Mattie confessed she'd never left the country. Ethan remembered reading

(03:11:32):
about a tranquil beach far from Houston stress. They booked
tickets on a whim. As they settle into the boarding line,
Mattie squeezes his hand. We'll just relax, maybe look at
potential future spots if we I don't know, ever, decide
to relocate, He arches a brow. You thinking post law school.

(03:11:53):
Maybe hang up a shingle on a beach, She laughs softly.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves, but maybe it's nice
to dream. You said you wanted to see more of
the world, not be stuck in the city that brought
you so much pain. He nods, gratitude flooding him with you.
I'd go anywhere. They bored the plane, finding their seats

(03:12:14):
by the window. As the engines roar and the aircraft
lifts off, Ethan gazes out at the receding skyline. The
heaviness of Houston's memories feels a bit lighter, already replaced
by the promise of warm beeches and a fresh perspective.
Mattie leans her head against his shoulder and he closes
his eyes, a faint smile curving his lips. The sun

(03:12:35):
blazes overhead, reflecting off the turquoise waves of a secluded
coster Rick and beach. Ethan stands barefoot at the shoreline,
warm water lapping at his toes. The rhythmic hush of
the surf flulls him into a peaceful trance. He can
hardly believe he's here. No more dark offices or legal battles,
just the open horizon and a fresh breeze. Mattie joins him,

(03:12:59):
carrying two bottled waters. She passes one to him, then
takes his hand, leading him down the sandy stretch. Palm
trees sway in the distance, their fronds rustling in the
bomby wind. A few other tourists dot the shore, but
the beach is mostly theirs. They stroll along, letting the
gentle waves lap their ankles. Mattie glances sideways at Ethan.

(03:13:22):
You look lighter like your breathing again. He gives a
slow nod inhaling, salting the air.

Speaker 2 (03:13:28):
I feel it.

Speaker 1 (03:13:29):
This place is so far from everything that happened, like
a reset. They find a shaded spot under a palm tree.
Unrolling a towel, Mattie checks her phone, briefly, muting and
alert about coarse scheduling. Ethan notices the flash of guilt
on her face. Hey, He murmurs, this is your time off,

(03:13:50):
enjoy it.

Speaker 2 (03:13:50):
She sighs.

Speaker 1 (03:13:52):
I know, just need to confirm one last detail for
next semester. She taps a few keys, then locks the phone.
All good now, I'm fully yours for the next few days.
Ethan brushes hair from her face, his eyes serious.

Speaker 2 (03:14:07):
Thank you.

Speaker 1 (03:14:08):
I promise not to monopolize your time when classes start.
But I love having you here, She smiles, leaning into him.
I love being here with you. They fall into a
comfortable silence, lulled by the waves. For the first time
in ages, Ethan senses an unburdened calm, as if all
the betrayals and heartbreak have receded beyond the horizon. Later,

(03:14:30):
they wander into a small beachside restaurant, ordering fresh savagery
and chilled fruit drinks. The hostess, a friendly local named Nina,
chats with them in halting English. Mattie attempts some Spanish phrases,
earning a delighted grin from Nina. Ethan can't help feeling
proud seeing Mattie's adventurous spirit shining bright. They settle at

(03:14:51):
a rustic wooden table near the sand. The sun dips
lower painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink.
Ethan reaches a squeezing Mattie's hand. Sometimes I wonder if
we hadn't gone through all that chaos, would we be
here together? She tilts her head. I think so. In
a way, we forged our bond through the worst moments.

(03:15:13):
Now we get to see how we are in the best.
He leans closer, eyes reflecting the sunset. I never want
to take you for granted. Her gaze softens. Then, don't
there quiet laugh mangles with the crashing tide outside. The
last rays of daylight fade, leaving them in a gentle
twilight of possibilities. After dinner, they stroll down a lantern

(03:15:36):
lit path to a small local market. Vendors sell handmade jewelry,
woven bags, carved wooden figurines. Ethan picks up a carved turtle,
admiring its craftsmanship. Mattie eyes him curiously. You like that,
he nods, turning it over. Reminds me of slow perseverance,
something I'm trying to learn. As they chat with the vendor,

(03:15:59):
Mattie noticed us is a sign advertising co working spaces
and eco entrepreneur events. She nudges Ethan, this is interesting.
Do you remember how you once said you might want
to help everyday people, maybe do simpler legal consulting. He
lifts a brow. You think I could do that here someday,
She shrugs, a dreamy smile on her face.

Speaker 2 (03:16:21):
Why not.

Speaker 1 (03:16:22):
You have the settlement to cushion you. Maybe after I graduate,
we spend time here helping small businesses navigate legal stuff,
or do philanthropic work, something meaningful. A flicker of excitement
stirs in him. That's an amazing thought, A far cry
from chasing big corporate gigs. She laughs lightly. Exactly, no

(03:16:44):
more toxic offices. They continue exploring the market, exchanging friendly
banter with locals. Each moment reaffirms the sense of renewal
blossoming between them. Back at their cozy beachfront cabana, they
lounge on a porch, listening to the nights in crickets,
distant music, the wooshe of ocean waves. Mattie tugs a

(03:17:05):
blanket around her shoulders. I could stay here forever, she muses,
eyes half flitted with contentment. Ethan wraps an arm around her.
I'm tempted to, but you have classes, and I need
to figure out a new direction. He hesitates, voice turning
earnest still. Maybe one day we come back longer term.

(03:17:26):
She leans her head on his chest, words soft, I'd
like that, Ethan, truly. They share a long, languid kiss,
the warm night wrapping them in a sense of endless possibility.
In that gentle, slow motion moment, the betrayals of the
past feel distant, the future brightened by their shared resolve.
Tomorrow they'll have to return to reality, but for now

(03:17:49):
they allow themselves to dream freely. Their last morning Incosta
ricadns with pastel sunlight dancing across the water. Ethan and
Mattie sit on the porch of their beat, each cabana
sipping coffee, luggage stacked by the door. A hint of
sadness tugs at them. Vacations and realities return, but also

(03:18:09):
a sense of quiet excitement for what comes next. They
take a final walk along the beach, footprints trailing behind
in the damp sand. Seagulls wheel overhead, calling to one another.
The early breeze ruffles Ethan's hair. Mattie clings to his arm,
content in the hush of sunrise. He stops near a
cluster of smooth rocks. I want to remember this place,

(03:18:33):
he murmurs, where everything felt new. She nods, voice soft.
We can come back, make it a tradition. Then, more hesitantly, Ethan,
do you regret anything? He considers the question, gazing at
the horizon. I regret the pain, the betrayal, but I
don't regret surviving it and meeting you in the process.

(03:18:55):
That's what led me here. Tears brim in her eyes.
She kisses him gently, the sun gilding them in warm light.
I feel the same. They head back, finishing last minute packing.
A friendly driver named Rico awaits them to take them
to the airport. As they load their suit gieses, Mattie
catches Ethan's eye. Don't forget your turtle carving, she teases,

(03:19:18):
Holding the little wooden figurine. He slips it into his bag,
patting it fondly, a symbol of patience and perseverance. Maybe
it'll remind me not to rush life. They climb into
Rico's van, waving goodbye to the staff who'd become friendly
faces over the past few days. Mattie cuddles close to
Ethan as the van rumbles away, the cabana shrinking in

(03:19:42):
the distance, a swirl of emotion surges in him, gratitude, nostalgia,
and the faint spark of what the future might hold.
The flight home is bitter sweet, but under binned by
a quiet optimism. Mattie dozes against Ethan's shoulder while he
flips through a travel magazine featuring top eco law initiatives
in Central America. Each article stokes the sense of curiosity,

(03:20:05):
could that be him some day helping local communities navigate
legal hurdles. They land back in Houston under a gray sky.
The city's sprawl reappears, but Ethan's heart doesn't clench as
it once did. He's not tethered to the old townhouse
or the old pain. He can sense the difference in himself,
a glimpse of the future. Outside the airport, they hail

(03:20:28):
a cap. Mattie's orientation starts in two days, and Ethan
plans to crash at a short term rental near campus
so they can spend more time together. The hush money
from Ben and V still sits in his account, a
resource he might one day invest in a phill and
propic venture or a small consulting firm with Mattie. Once
she's a lawyer too. They share a quiet ride, leaning

(03:20:51):
on each other, the city lights flickering past. A new
plan takes shape in Ethan's mind. Sell any final belongings
left in storage, finalize the departure from the town house.
Maybe find a small place near Mattie's school until she graduates.
Then decide whether to roam or settle again. At her

(03:21:12):
red light, he glances at her. When you're done with
law school, think you'd want to do something with me,
A small practice, no big firms, no betrayals, just honest work.
She smiles slowly, eyes bright.

Speaker 2 (03:21:26):
I'd love that we.

Speaker 1 (03:21:27):
Could even do part of the year abroad. Maybe you
offer pro bono services to underrepresented communities. The notion warms
his chest. You know what, Mattie, that sounds perfect. They
reach Mattie's new apartment. She unlocks the door, letting them
in boxes from her last minute Amazon order clutter the hallway.

(03:21:48):
She laughs, setting her suit case aside. I forgot I
ordered new bedding. Ethan helps carry the luggage in a
sense of domestic warmth, settling over them. No rush, no
frantic corporate deadlines, no toxic reminders, just the slow unveiling
of a life. They are building an authentic connection, not

(03:22:08):
overshadowed by betrayal. Night descends and they collapse onto the couch,
exhausted but content. Mattie sprawls her legs over Ethan's lap,
flipping on a small lamp where back she whispers a
hint of relief in her voice, ready for what's next.
Ethan softly strokes her ankle eyes gentle, Yeah, I think

(03:22:29):
I finally am. In that quiet moment, they share a
knowing look to souls who braved storms and emerged, perhaps
a bit scarred, but also stronger. They don't need an
elaborate plan for tomorrow. The victory is in finding one
another and forging a future untainted by old ghosts outside
city traffic, hums in the background, the hush money, the heartbreak,

(03:22:52):
the hidden cameras, thoughs belong to a past that no
longer defines. Ethan calledwell now as he gazes at Mattie's
hopeful smile, he realizes that true victory isn't about crushing
enemies or clinging to vengeance. It's about rediscovering trust, forging
genuine happiness, and stepping into each new day without the
weight of betrayal. I am lady Truth, and I hope

(03:23:15):
you enjoyed that cheat. More stories to come and I
will talk to you in the next one.

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