Clara waited until Toby finally drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep beside her.
She crept quietly out of bed, making sure her bare feet made no sound whatsoever.
She crept down the carpeted hallway, watching the faint light glowing underneath Mark's office door.
She heard the soft clicking of a computer keyboard coming from inside the dark room.
Then she heard Mark speaking softly on his phone, his voice smooth and cold.
Clara pressed her ear against the polished oak door to listen to his quiet conversation.
Mark was talking about legal documents and bank transfers with a woman named Sarah.
Sarah was their corporate accountant, a woman Clara had trusted around her home for years.
Mark laughed softly into the receiver, a sound that made Clara's skin crawl instantly.
He mentioned a joint account and talked about liquidating assets after a sudden medical emergency.
Clara felt a wave of nausea hit her stomach as the horrifying truth settled in.
Mark was not just having an affair with their accountant behind her back today.
They were actively planning a terrible plot to take away her life and her money.
She backed away from the locked door slowly, making sure not to make any sound.
She returned to her bedroom and retrieved her personal phone from the bedside table quickly.
She immediately dialed the private number of her long-time family lawyer, David Vance.
David had handled her father's massive estate and held her original inheritance papers safely.
The call went straight to voicemail, but Clara left an urgent, trembling message right away.
She begged David to pull up her trust fund files first thing in the morning.
She stated that her husband was trying to alter her primary life insurance policy fraudulently.
She hung up the phone and wiped a heavy tear from her burning pale cheek.
She sat on the edge of her bed, watching the door handle turn very slowly.
Mark stepped into the room, wearing a calm smile that looked entirely fake to her.
He asked why she was awake, his tone oozing with false care and deep affection.
Clara forced a small smile onto her face, hiding her sheer terror behind a mask.
She claimed that Toby had a nightmare and needed some warm milk down in kitchen.
Mark accepted the easy lie completely, walking back toward his warm office downstairs smoothly.
Clara looked back at Toby, promising herself that she would protect them both tomorrow.
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