Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 53

Chapter 8

She’d been fired but hadn’t given up yet.

She’d somehow gotten her hands on a so-called “confidential document” and stormed into camp pointing at me and shouting:

“Dominic! Look!”

“Hadley leaked company secrets!”

“This USB drive is the proof!”

Elena shrieked, holding it up.

“I found it hidden in a corner of the records room! She must’ve tried to destroy the evidence!”

Elena was disheveled with pure venom in her eyes.

…Leaked secrets? What secrets did I even have access to?

Dominic froze too, and for a moment his expression shifted-uneasy, almost panicked-but before he could say anything, Elena had already

plugged the USB into her phone and thrust the screen toward everyone gathered around.

I leaned in out of curiosity.

Shit! It wasn’t any kind of trade secret.

It was a detailed “Household Budget Optimization Plan.”

Dominic reached out to grab the phone, but I snatched it from Elena’s hand first.

I scrolled quickly through page after page documenting exactly how Elena had skimmed every single expense I’d submitted over the past three years through the approval system.

But what shocked me most was at the bottom of each request.

Dominic’s signature.

Bold and unmistakable.

“Approved. Do as Elena suggests.”

So that was the truth.

Elena hadn’t been acting alone.

It was Dominic’s every “Approved,” every “Stop bothering me,” every “Do as Elena suggests” that had sharpened the blade that killed my father.

Elena saw my stunned expression and thought she’d actually dug up some dirt that would destroy me.

She kept screeching: “Dominic, see? She’s panicking-”

Crack!

The next second, a vicious slap landed across her face.

Yes, Dominic had known all along about the mistakes he’d made.

From the moment Elena’s true nature was exposed, he knew.

He just figured the past would stay buried, that with enough sweet talk and grand gestures, I’d come around.

But that idiot Elena had to go and stick her nose in one more time, ripping open his deepest secret and laying it bare right in front of me.

He collapsed to the ground, completely defeated.

This time, there was no way I’d ever forgive him.

Not a chance.

He’d lost any hope of winning me back for good.

Though it was a complete farce, the silver lining is that I finally have solid evidence for a contested divorce.

Back in the city, the divorce went through at lightning speed.

Dominic didn’t dare see me again and handed everything over to his lawyer, groveling completely.

The house, the money, the cars, the shares-he offered an astronomical settlement as if trying to buy back a shred of peace.

I took it all without hesitation or pretense.

It was what I deserved, compensation for three years of suffering and blood money for my father’s life.

The day after I got the deed, I listed that mansion-three years of nightmares packed inside-on a resale site.

Along with all the furniture and everything Dominic had or hadn’t given me, everything Elena had touched.

Sold it all.

That pink diamond ring fetched a great price.

That yellowed white T-shirt?

I cut it up, used it to mop the floor one last time, then threw it in the trash.

Then Dominic’s assistant came by with one final check.

Through the car window, I saw Dominic sitting in the back seat.

In just one month, he’d wasted away-unrecognizable, half his hair gone white, looking like a ghost.

He looked at me and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The car drove off.

I took the check and flicked it against the sunset glow.

“We’re even now.”

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“Dad, I’ll send this to you. Buy whatever you want-no approval system required.”

A few months later, I heard that Elena had been sentenced to five years in prison for embezzlement and misappropriation of company funds,

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