I quickly closed the security logs and opened a standard medical spreadsheet just as the office door swung open. Vivian leaned against the frame, holding a glass of white wine, looking entirely unbothered.
“The boys are finally asleep,” I said, keeping my voice entirely flat, fighting the urge to tear down the facade right then and there.
“Good,” she sighed, taking a sip. “They’re far too sensitive. Honestly, Arthur, we need to hire a firmer nanny next time. Maya completely spoiled them, and look how she repaid us. It’s disgusting.”
Arthur. Hearing her speak my name with such casual deceit made my blood run cold.
“Right,” I replied smoothly, forcing a tight smile. “I’ll handle the police and the lawyers in the morning. Why don’t you get some rest?”
The moment she left, I called my chief legal counsel and the head of security for my firm. We worked through the night. By 6:00 AM, my forensic accountants had traced the offshore routing numbers from Vivian’s personal accounts. By 8:00 AM, I was sitting in the precinct with the Chief of Police, a personal friend, presenting the security footage of Vivian planting the jewelry, alongside the financial fraud data.
By noon, I returned to the estate. Two police cruisers pulled up the long, winding driveway right behind my car.
Vivian was sitting on the terrace, having tea. When she saw the officers step out, she stood up, a look of profound confusion crossing her beautiful face.
