Home Entertainment Game Technology I wrote a $500,000 check for my son’s wedding.But his pregnant bride didn’t look at my son when I handed her the deed. She looked straight at my wife. Two days later, the restaurant manager called me, and whispered, “You need to see this immediately. Come alone. And whatever you do, do not tell your wife.” My blood ran cold. And the secret behind it shattered my world.

“Already done,”

Tony said, slipping a black flash drive into my palm.

I walked out of the basement and sat in my car for a long time. I called my attorney, Ms. Sterling—no relation, just the most ruthless litigator I knew.

“Open a new, highly classified file,” I instructed, staring blankly at the brick wall of the alley. “Freeze everything offshore. Prepare to lock the properties and suspend all trust access. And find me a private toxicologist. I need a discreet test for digoxin.”

“Understood, Richard,” she replied without missing a beat. “What’s our timeline?”

“Short,” I rasped. “I have to go home and drink poison.”

The true horror of my situation did not hit me in the restaurant basement. It hit me that night, lying in the dark, listening to the rhythmic breathing of the woman sleeping beside me.

The scent of her lavender night cream, a smell that had once