Holding our two kids’ hands, I rushed home to tell my husband I had inherited $24 million and a skyscraper in New York City. But he and his mistress were waiting on the porch with divorce papers. She smirked, “Pack your bags. This house has no room for a leech.” I smiled. “Actually, this house belongs to…”

By 1:00 AM, the after-party of the gala had cleared out, but the war inside Chloe Ruiz's hotel suite was just beginning.

The luxury suite at the St. Regis—which Luca had booked on a high-interest credit card to impress Chloe— reeked of spilled alcohol and desperate panic.

Chloe was furiously throwing her designer shoes into an open suitcase on the king-sized bed.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Luca yelled, grabbing her arm as he stumbled into the room. "You can't leave me now!"

"Get your hands off me, Luca!" Chloe screamed, shoving him back with enough force to send him sprawling against the velvet armchair. "You’re done! You’re completely broke! The police are going to indict you by Friday, and I’m not going down for your stupid forgery!"

"I did that forgery for us!" Luca roared, his eyes wild and bloodshot. "I transferred two hundred thousand dollars into your offshore account! You spent eighty grand of it on clothes and plastic surgery!"

"And I’m keeping every cent!" Chloe spat, zipping her bag shut. "You told me your wife was a stupid, helpless pushover who would sign whatever you put in front of her! You told me you owned the house, the firm, the building! You lied to me about everything!"

"If I go down, you go down with me, Chloe!" Luca threatened, taking a step toward her. "Your signature is on those notarized waivers! You signed as the state official!"

Chloe stopped. A cold, wicked smile spread across her face.

"Check your email, Luca," she said softly.

Luca pulled out his phone with trembling hands.

An email from the District Attorney's Office sat at the top of his inbox: Notice of Cooperation Agreement - State v. Luca Rossi.

"I met with Rachel Vance three hours ago," Chloe revealed, adjusting her coat. "I handed over your thumb drives. I gave them the password to your Cayman account, the audio recordings of you planning to hide assets, and the ledger showing how you forged Jessi's signatures."

Luca’s phone slipped from his fingers, bouncing off the plush carpet. "You... you turned state's evidence?"

"They gave me full immunity," Chloe said, grabbing her suitcase handle and walking toward the door. "They don't care about me, Luca. They want you. Jessi wants you ruined, and she has twenty-four million dollars to make sure it happens."

She opened the door, stopping on the threshold to look back at the broken man kneeling on the floor.