The unraveling of my marriage began two months earlier when a probate lawyer informed me that my late aunt had left me an estate valued at over fifty million dollars. I bought an extravagant dinner to celebrate the news with my husband, intending to retire him from his corporate job and buy us a new home. Before I could share the news, I saw a message on his phone from his assistant, revealing their year long affair and his cruel plans to divorce me for a better financial opportunity. Instead of confronting him, I quietly disposed of the dinner and hired a struggling theater actress named Paige to portray an absurdly wealthy heiress named Charlotte. I provided Paige with a rented sports car, an unlimited credit card linked to my account, and counterfeit goods, instructing her to see if my husband would abandon our marriage for money. He took the bait within two weeks, eagerly dropping his assistant to pursue the fake heiress, while his mother celebrated the forged pregnancy documents that prompted our hasty divorce.
