Chapter 11 - The Rat Trapped
Ethan couldn't speak. Sweat drenched his collar as he stared at the bank statements detailing every hidden transaction, every secret apartment payment, every expensive gift he had bought Serena while claiming he was away on "business trips."
"You... you hired an investigator?" Ethan whispered, his voice shaking.
"I didn't have to," Claire said calmly. "You were so arrogant you used the firm’s secondary portal—the one my father built and assigned me master administration over when I turned twenty-five. I saw every transaction the second you made it."
Before Ethan could attempt another lie, the door opened, and Serena stepped into the room. She was leaning against the wall, looking anxious, holding her cashmere coat around her shoulders.
"Ethan?" Serena called out, her voice whining softly. "Why did all the doctors leave my room? They said my private suite reservation was canceled! What's happening?"
Ethan turned around, looking at Serena like a man drowning in quicksand. "Serena... stay outside."
Arthur Vance turned toward Serena, his eyes wild with fury. "You! You leech! You ruined my son!"
Serena blinked, taken aback by the old man's venom. She looked at Ethan, expecting him to step in and defend her as he always did. "Ethan? What is he talking about? Tell him to respect me!"
"Shut up, Serena!" Ethan snapped, his composure completely shattering under the immense pressure. "Just shut up!"
Serena gasped, taking a step back in disbelief. The loving, attentive man who had promised her the world just twenty minutes ago was now glaring at her with pure hatred.
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Mr. Harrison stepped forward, offering Serena a polite, razor-sharp smile. "Miss Miller, perhaps you should know that Mr. Vance no longer has access to the funds paying for your luxury suite, your downtown penthouse, or your private medical care. As of ten minutes ago, he is completely broke."
👉 How fast will Serena turn on Ethan once she learns the money is gone?
