I discovered my husband was planning a divorce, so I moved my $400 million fortune a week later…—EPISODE 2
I used a separate phone, a private line Thomas didn’t know about. All conversations were discreet, brief, and to the point. I started with the basics. I separated my name from the things we shared. I unlinked myself from the accounts that tied me to his business. I closed everything that made me vulnerable. Then I opened new ones.
I registered a company with a name no one could trace. At first, I moved small amounts. Nothing noticeable. Every step I took, I double-checked. No mistakes, no fuss, just quiet progress. One afternoon, I told Thomas I’d be going to the spa first. I smiled, kissed his cheek, and left in a black car. But I didn’t go to any spa.
I went to a private bank, not the one we used together, a different one, with a different name and different rules. I took documents, IDs, and a plan. By the time I left, I had opened a new account abroad, clean, protected, secure, a place where my money would be safe, out of his reach.
I wasn’t afraid. I felt secure. He thought he had all the power. He thought I would simply react. But he forgot who he married. He forgot who I was before him. And now, while he continued to pretend he was blind, I was already ten steps ahead. At home, I pretended nothing had changed. I smiled when he walked through the door.
I made his coffee in the morning, asked about his meetings, and laughed at his bad jokes as usual. I gave him a goodbye kiss and told him to drive carefully. My voice was calm, and my eyes betrayed nothing. He thought I was happy. He thought I was still in love. But inside, I was wide awake. I watched everything.
While he slept or went out to meetings, I ransacked drawers and folders. I checked every old filing cabinet and password notebook. He wasn’t very careful. He always thought I didn’t understand boring financial stuff, so he didn’t hide much. I found bank statements, credit card bills, car titles, and emails.
I checked USB drives and even the bottom of his closet. I took pictures of everything with my phone. I saved files in a hidden folder. I wrote down every password I found, every account number, every login he used. He used the same passwords over and over. That made it easy.
I accessed accounts he thought he knew nothing about. Some had transfers he never told me about. Others had names I didn’t recognize. I didn’t panic. I kept taking notes. Calm. Careful. At the same time, he started acting differently too. Not careful enough. He made little comments, probably trying to plant ideas in my head.
He once mentioned how crazy some divorces get. Another time, he said something about needing your own space. I just nodded and smiled. Then he started test-driving new sports cars. He said it was just for fun, just to see what was out there. He showed me pictures of luxury condos and penthouses for singles online.
I asked casual questions, like I was curious, not suspicious. He explained every detail as if he wanted to impress me. I let him talk. He didn’t realize I was watching him. He thought I was slow to absorb the information, but I was collecting everything. Every search, every comment, every receipt. I created a folder on my laptop and made two backup copies.
I saved copies on a USB drive I kept hidden in my sock drawer. I noticed he started locking his office door before it was always unlocked. Now he said he needed to focus more. I smiled again and told him I understood. That night, after he fell asleep, I used the spare key he forgot he had and looked around silently.
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