He Destroyed Me, For The Woman He Loved

I waited until Daniel was completely gone before starting to act.

His car had just disappeared at the gate when I got up from the sofa, pushing aside the blanket I'd been pretending to sleep under.

Quickly, I grabbed the small bag I had prepared and left the house silently.

Today, I will prove to myself the truth that I have been trying to deny.

I snuck into Daniel's office in the Harper Enterprises building, using the access card that was still in my wallet.

I stepped into Daniel's private room, a room I had memorized every corner of. Without hesitation, I walked towards the large painting on the wall. With one tug, I shifted it to the side.

"The men's room, the traitor!" I muttered, glancing around the room.

The black safe was displayed in front of me.

My hands trembled slightly as I typed in the code that immediately popped into my head *Alexa Fiber's birthday.*

One try, and the safe opened.

My heart sank. He didn't even bother to hide it better.

I took a deep breath before starting to examine the contents.

The first document I pulled out was the hospital paper. Quickly, I read the contents-and my stomach instantly felt queasy.

*Donor name: Evelyn Dawson.

*Recipient: Alexa Fiber.*

My hand gripped the paper tighter. Mom... I can't feel my tears falling.

The next document only made my anger boil over even more.

There were piles of evidence of financial transactions. Daniel's accounts showed an unusually large amount of money which was regularly transferred to an account in Alexa Fiber's name.

I flipped through other pages and found receipts for jewelry purchases, designer dresses, even and travel tickets to various countries.

Not for me. Not for his wife.

All for Alexa.

Meanwhile, the gifts I was proud of, which I thought were proof of his love for me, were nothing compared to what he had given her.

I closed my eyes for a moment, swallowing the lump of emotion that almost made me cry.

"No! I can't cry again because of a man!"

I grabbed my phone and started taking pictures of everything. Hospital documents, proof of transactions, and all the things that could become weapons later on.

I opened it and found a list of properties, investments, and insurance policies. All of them had Daniel's name as the main owner, and in some assets, Alexa's name was included.

My hand squeezed the document. I wanted to tear it up, wanted to destroy it all. But I restrained myself. I'm not a stupid woman who would act rashly.

"I will make him lose everything. Just like I lost everything because of him."

I left Daniel's office at a brisk pace, making sure no one saw me. My next destination is the lawyer's office.

"I want to sign the divorce agreement," I said in a steady voice when I met my lawyer.

The man looked at me, surprised. "Mrs. Harper, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure! Come on! Don't waste my time!"

I skimmed through the document, making sure there were no loopholes that Daniel could use against me in the future.

Once everything was clear, I took a pen and signed my name with a steady hand.

"Just send it to her after I leave," I ordered. "Not earlier."

"Leaving? What does Miss mean?" The lawyer looked at me confused.

But I didn't answer. I got up and left, heading for my final destination today.

It's hidden in a narrow alley, with no signage or obvious clues.

I stepped into a room that was stuffy with the smell of cigarettes and humidity.

A man in a black jacket sat behind an old wooden desk, looking at me with a sharp gaze.

"Are you lost?" he asked in a lazy tone.

"No," I replied firmly. "I need your services."

He grinned. "What should I do for you?"

"Help me to leave!."

His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing my expression. "Then what are you asking me to do?"

I opened the bag and took out a stack of cash, new and untraceable.

His smile widened. "Come with me! We'll talk about this business inside."

"Here's how it works," he said. "We can fake an accident, make it look like you died on a trip abroad. No one will question your death."

I nodded. "Make sure no one suspects anything."

"Do you want a fake body?" he asked.

I thought for a moment, then shook my head. "There's no need. Just make it as if my body was never found."

He nodded in satisfaction. "A plane crash in the ocean, perhaps? Or a car accident in a remote place?"

I smiled faintly. "Airplane. More dramatic."

He handed me a whiteboard with a form to fill in. I took a pen and started writing the requested information.

New name, new identity, new life.

Lea Dawson is dead. What remains is a woman who will destroy Daniel Harper, bit by bit, until there is nothing left of him.