Chapter 5 - The Woman in Apartment 18C
David had another apartment.
I discovered it through financial disclosure.
Unit 18C.
Luxury building downtown.
Rent: $4,700 monthly.
Paid through a corporate card linked to one of the warehouse LLCs.
I assumed mistress.
I was right.
Her name was Rebecca Sloan.
Richard Sloan's daughter.
Thirty-one.
Corporate attorney at another company.
She had been dating my husband for fourteen months.
That explained why Richard protected David.
Not merely warehouse profits.
Family.
David was sleeping with the boss's daughter while using the boss to secure a promotion.
When Naomi told me, I stared at the photograph.
Rebecca leaving the apartment.
David beside her.
Hand at her waist.
I waited for devastation.
Instead, I felt exhausted.
“How cliché.”
Naomi almost laughed.
“That's your reaction?”
“I expected at least an interesting betrayal.”
Then Rebecca contacted me.
Not through David.
Through her attorney.
She wanted to cooperate.
We met with counsel present.
Rebecca looked embarrassed but composed.
“I knew he was married.”
“Thank you for not insulting me by pretending otherwise.”
She nodded.
“He said you were separated emotionally.”
“We weren't.”
“I know that now.”
“What changed?”
“My father was subpoenaed.”
Interesting.
Rebecca had discovered the warehouse arrangement only after the investigation.
David told her he was investing his own money.
He told her our marriage was effectively over.
He told her I refused divorce because I depended financially on him.
I laughed.
She stopped.
“Sorry.”
“No. Continue.”
“He said you hadn't worked seriously in years.”
Of course.
“Did he tell you I was on Northstar's board?”
Her head snapped up.
“No.”
There it was.
David lied downward and upward simultaneously.
To me, his career made him important.
To Rebecca, my supposed dependence made him heroic.
Everyone received the version that fed his ego.
Rebecca produced messages.
One became critical.
DAVID:
Once I have regional authority, Dad can lock the long-term warehouse agreement.
REBECCA:
Don't call him Dad.
DAVID:
Eventually ;)
Rebecca had thought that was romantic.
Now it looked transactional.
Another:
REBECCA:
What happens with Clara?
DAVID:
She'll leave once she realizes she can't maintain the lifestyle without me.
I read it twice.
Then laughed.
Rebecca frowned.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
But it wasn't nothing.
On Saturday night, David slapped me because I challenged the lie that I had nothing without him.
Four months earlier, he had told his mistress exactly the same lie.
He believed it.
That was the astonishing part.
He had never understood my finances because understanding them threatened the story he needed.
Rebecca handed over one last exchange.
Her father, Richard:
Promotion is handled. Keep David focused.
Rebecca:
You know he's married.
Richard:
Not my problem.
Then:
Richard:
Once he controls regional contracts, warehouse value doubles.
There it was.
Promotion as investment strategy.
Northstar's board referred the matter to regulators.
Richard's reputation collapsed.
Rebecca ended her relationship with David.
He lost his wife, mistress, job, mentor, and business partner within three weeks.
Then he did something desperate.
He filed for divorce first.
Technically, my petition had already been filed.
But his counterclaim accused me of:
Financial coercion.
Career sabotage.
Emotional abuse.
Concealing marital assets.
And using my board position to retaliate against him.
His attorney demanded that my Northstar shares be treated as marital property.
They weren't.
Inherited premarital assets.
Protected through trust structures.
But David didn't know that yet.
When Naomi explained, I smiled.
“Do not humiliate him.”
She looked surprised.
“Why?”
“Just answer the claims.”
“You don't want aggressive discovery?”
“I want accurate discovery.”
She nodded.
“Good.”
Because I was beginning to understand something.
David's entire life was built around performance.
The worst punishment wasn't humiliation.
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It was documentation.
Facts would do more damage than anger ever could.
