The Husband Who Wanted Me Dead

Part 2: The People He Underestimated

At 6:12 Tuesday morning, Evelyn arrived at my penthouse.

She didn’t knock twice.

She used the emergency key I had given her years earlier and rushed into my bedroom carrying a medical bag.

“Harper!”

I sat up, and the moment she saw my face, her expression changed.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

She wrapped her arms around me.

For several seconds, I couldn’t speak. I simply held on to her and cried.

Then I handed her my phone.

“Listen to this.”

She sat beside me and played the recording.

By the time Adrian mentioned making sure I never got another chance, Evelyn’s face had turned pale.

When the recording ended, she looked at me.

“We’re going to the police.”

“Not yet.”

“Harper, he threatened your life!”

“I know. But Adrian has connections. I need more than one recording. I need enough evidence that he can’t make this disappear.”

Evelyn stared at me before nodding.

“Then we call Richard Hayes.”

I immediately looked at her.

“Do you know him?”

“I know enough to believe he might be the only person who can help us.”

She took out her phone.

Twenty minutes later, Richard called.

“Mrs. Cole,” he said urgently. “Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Listen carefully. Adrian has been transferring assets out of your joint accounts for months. I discovered it six weeks ago.”

My stomach tightened.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried. He intercepted my letters and warned me that if I contacted you again, he’d destroy my career.”

I closed my eyes.

“Richard, I heard everything. The mansion, the eight million dollars, Sloane’s mother. I heard him discussing my death.”

There was silence.

Then Richard spoke.

“I was afraid this was where things were heading.”

“What do you mean?”

“Adrian has been working with a private physician. They’ve been discussing your medical records and medication.”

My blood turned cold.

“Why?”

“To make your death look like a medical complication. Your recent illness could be useful to them.”

Evelyn immediately grabbed my hand.

Richard continued.

“I have copies of financial transfers, forged documents, and emails between Adrian and Sloane. But I need to get them to you safely.”

“Where?”

“My office. But don’t come alone.”

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An hour later, Evelyn and I entered a small private office in Midtown.

Richard was waiting with a thick folder.

He looked exhausted.

“Harper, there’s something else.”

He opened the folder and placed several photographs on the desk.

One showed Adrian standing outside a restaurant with Sloane.

Another showed him meeting a man I had never seen before.

The final photograph made my heart stop.

It showed Adrian entering a private medical clinic with a doctor.

The date was three weeks earlier.

“Who’s that man?” I whispered.

“Dr. Malcolm Reed. He has been paid through one of Adrian’s shell companies.”

Richard lowered his voice.

“He accessed your medical records without authorization.”

I stared at the photograph.

For twenty-one years, I had trusted Adrian with every detail of my life.

He knew my allergies, my medications, my medical history, and every weakness in my body.

He knew exactly how to hurt me.

Then Richard placed another document on the table.

“There’s one more thing you should know. The mansion contract contains a forged authorization. Your signature was copied onto documents you never saw.”

“Can we stop the transfer?”

“Yes. But we need to move quickly.”

I looked at Evelyn.

For the first time since hearing Adrian’s voice, I felt something other than fear.

Anger.

“Then let’s stop everything.”

Richard nodded.

“I’ll contact the financial crimes division. But there’s something I need you to understand. Adrian may already know you’re suspicious.”

I shook my head.

“He thinks I’m sleeping at home, waiting to sign his documents.”

Richard looked at me carefully.

“Then let’s make sure he continues believing that.”

By Wednesday afternoon, I had returned to the penthouse.

Adrian was waiting in the living room.

He wore a perfectly tailored navy suit and held a cup of coffee.

When he saw me, he smiled.

“There she is. How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

I forced myself to smile.

“Much better.”

He approached and kissed my cheek.

His cologne made my stomach turn.

“I was worried about you.”

“I know.”

He studied my face.

“You look tired.”

“I’m still recovering.”

He placed his coffee down.

“Actually, I need to discuss Tuesday’s paperwork.”

I pretended to look confused.

“The mansion?”

“Exactly. The closing documents are ready. I just need your signature.”

“Of course.”

His smile widened.

“That’s my girl.”

Then he reached into his jacket and produced a small envelope.

“Something for you.”

Inside was a diamond bracelet.

It was beautiful.

And I knew exactly what it was.

A distraction.

“How thoughtful,” I whispered.

Adrian kissed my forehead.

“You deserve everything.”

I looked into his eyes.

“Do I?”

His smile faltered for half a second.

Then he laughed.

“Of course you do.”

That evening, Chloe called.

“Mom, Dad says you’re feeling better.”

My heart ached when I heard her voice.

“I’m okay, sweetheart.”

“Good. He also said you might be signing some property documents. Is everything all right?”

I glanced toward the hallway.

Adrian was standing outside his office.

“Everything is fine,” I said carefully.

Chloe lowered her voice.

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why did Dad tell me you were becoming forgetful?”

I froze.

“What?”

“He said you’ve been confused lately and that I shouldn’t upset you with financial questions.”

My fingers tightened around the phone.

“Chloe, listen to me. Have you signed anything recently?”

Silence.

Then she whispered.

“Yes.”

My stomach dropped.

“What did you sign?”

“Dad said it was a document giving him permission to manage some of my inheritance.”

I closed my eyes.

“Where is it?”

“In his office, I think.”

Before I could answer, I heard footsteps.

“Chloe, I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I ended the call.

Adrian appeared in the doorway.

“Who was that?”

“Chloe.”

He smiled.

“Our daughter worries too much.”

I looked at him.

“She gets that from me.”

He chuckled and walked away.

But I knew something now.

Adrian wasn’t only trying to steal my future.

He was preparing to take our daughter’s inheritance too.

And I wasn’t going to let him.