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Chapter 6 - The Tribeca SurpriseThe sun was barely breaking over the East River when Natalie’s town car pulled up outside a sleek, modern glass-and-steel residential building in Tribeca. According to our asset tracking, this was where Tessa Vaughn had been quietly living on Grant’s dime—a three-million-dollar penthouse condo purchased through a blind trust that our forensic team had successfully unmasked over the weekend.

We weren't here to evict her yet. Today was the day of the preliminary depositions, but before we headed to the downtown legal offices, Natalie insisted on a quick detour.

"Why are we here?" I asked as we stepped into the polished limestone lobby, where the doorman nodded politely, assuming we were prospective buyers or high-end clients.

"Because," Natalie said, pulling a folded legal document from her briefcase, "Tessa was personally served her subpoena for Tuesday morning’s deposition at 6:00 AM. But there’s a small addendum to that subpoena—a writ of temporary asset seizure for any luxury items purchased with corporate funds commingled from Sterling Global Logistics."

She tapped the paper. "That includes the diamond bracelet you recognized at dinner, the designer bags, and the title to the luxury European sports car Grant bought her last month."

As if on cue, the elevator doors chimed with a soft, melodic ding.

The doors slid open, and out stepped Tessa Vaughn. She was wearing a cashmere tracksuit, holding a designer iced latte, looking every bit the carefree mistress who believed she had won the grand prize. But the moment her eyes locked onto mine standing in the lobby, the color drained completely from her face.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her latte nearly slipping from her fingers.

"Mara?" she stammered, her voice echoing off the marble walls. "What... what are you doing here?"

I didn't yell. I didn't rush forward. I simply walked toward her with the slow, deliberate grace of a woman who had nothing left to fear. Behind me, two court-appointed marshals stepped into the lobby, badges gleaming in the morning light.

"Good morning, Tessa," I said smoothly, stopping just an arm’s length away. "I hope you slept well in Grant’s penthouse. Because by the time this afternoon is over, you’re going to find out just how expensive it is to live on stolen money."

Tessa’s composure shattered instantly. "Grant said you were broke! He said you walked out with nothing and you wouldn't even be able to afford a lawyer—"

"Grant lies," I interrupted, my voice calm, cold, and absolute. "He lied to me about corporate gifts. He lied to you about his financial stability. And right now, he’s sitting in a holding room downtown realizing that every single asset he used to buy that glittering green dress belongs to my children."

Natalie stepped forward, holding out the legal writ. "Miss Vaughn, you are hereby served with an emergency order for the immediate surrender of all items purchased via corporate embezzlement funds from Sterling Global Logistics, effective immediately. Marshals, if you please."

One of the marshals stepped past Tessa toward the elevator bank, holding a large inventory crate.

Tessa looked around frantically, realizing the doorman was watching with wide eyes, and that her glittering new world was crumbling into dust before her very eyes. She opened her mouth to argue, but the words caught in her throat. She looked at my swollen stomach, then down at the legal papers in Natalie’s hand, and for the very first time, the terrifying reality of what Grant had dragged her into finally set in.

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"You're destroying him," Tessa whispered, her voice shaking.

"No, Tessa," I replied, turning toward the revolving glass doors as the town car waited outside. "Grant destroyed himself. I just brought the receipt."

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